It was a quieter chat than usual at TCB, with only The Johns (T&L, Elder & Younger, respectively) and Meself (DQ) to contemplate pickups on acoustic guitars, player pianos, musicality in families, differences between husbands’ and wives’ points of view on various things, manifestations of medical lunacy among the population at large, cider, estate planning (and its avoidance), Irving Berlin tunes, Walter Pidgeon’s singing voice, and the joys of still being alive some considerable time after one had expected not to be, and dealing with the consequent fair wear and tear on the fabric of one’s corporeal form. Since there were only three of us among whom to distribute it, each got a larger share of the usual “good time had by all.”