<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn departs while I remain at the table.  A cup of my tea arrives and I nod a thank you.  Musing, from one thought to another, club members walk by and tap my shoulder or say my name—all of which I greet with a smile and nod.  I sign the club chit and get up.  A brisk walk I think—I’m sure there’s a park nearby and then a call to Ari.<br/>