Bel Canto, my reading group--named after the first book we read as a group, just met on the 7th anniversary of that first meeting. We have come a long way in terms of format; even in terms of content (no more The Monk in the Basement or Five People to Meet in Heaven). But I am not sure our thinking skills are much improved. This month we read Address Unknown, a (very, very) short Nazi story first published in 1938. The Hitchcockian ending separated it from others of its ilk. And when the discussion takes place over dinner, well, all is good.

Do you notice all the commas? Thank you, Clara. My handed down Mac is smooth as a butter. And has only working keys. Ahhhh, all is good.