After last night’s MeFi meet, Jim and Dan and I repaired to the confines of the snug in the very back of The College Inn, a fusty relic of the 1920s featuring a battered and moldy piano upon which Jim and I executed half-competent tinkle-tones at various points through the evening.

This, by the way, is what Jim looks like to my Treo when drinking under low-light conditions. It is a companion to another image which willl be posted in due course.