So there we were, Cornelius Fortune and I, talking about writing, and comix as an influence, and workshops, and writing, and genre as playfield, and why Shirley Jackson’s advice is the best, and writing.  And the street was busy and the store was a haven and we were surrounded by the words and pictures of those with something to say, to tell, to show, to give.  And we talked and talked … Thank you, Leopold’s, for the ambiance, and for the company of friends.