I don't suppose it would be untoward or tacky of me to mention that tonight I had dinner with two of the great heroes of American letters:
Barry Hannah and
Richard Bausch. The conversation, when not a marvelous seminar in long form racy joke telling, was peppered with sentences that began "So I said to
Harold Pinter..." Hey! Remember when
I had breakfast with Christopher Hitchens and lunch with Robert Osborne and wondered with whom I would have supper? It turned out just fine.