Marion, meeting you was a joy. Deckman's gatherings are always magical, to me, anyway.
One of your songs had me in tears, though I tried to hide it. Others were wonderfully funny.
Before it was over, someone twigged to my birthday, and my life is now more complete, because Reggie sawed "Happy Birthday".
Deckman, that mysterious plastic box in your kitchen is Dilettante chocolate, with a peeler, to put it on top of the chocolate pie. Sorry, all.
Marion, I will post your photo, and let you know where. (If it came out, I haven't looked yet.)