<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I turn to see Jaclyn,<strong>“By Jove!  You look magnificent Jaclyn!”</strong><br/><br/>The bartender has heard Jaclyn’s request, looks at me and I nod.  I try not to draw attention to that—she might take umbrage at the presumption that I’m in charge of her, that she needs my permission.<br/><br/><strong>“Can’t claim any great punctuality.  Wandered about at the hotel.  Charming all. Spoke with stewards, the bell captain, two concierges and for the last hour here at the bar, our bartender.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Apparently we can’t go wrong with anything we order.  Everything is flown in fresh.  The hotel, actually the whole town, is on a crusade to establish this as a mecca of tourism.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“<em>Jehoshaphat!</em> I just said crusade and mecca in one sentence didn’t I?  Well I know I don’t know enough about Africa for such inadvertent slips.  Should not happen there.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Shall we dine at the bar?  Or a table? . . . we’ll order just one bottle of wine with you on the Pellegrino strategy.”</strong>(Wink).<br/>