What a nice man Calvin Trillin turned out to be. Courteous, curious, obliging, and droll. He seems to wake up droll and remains droll until he crawls into bed. Without the drollness ever appearing forced. What must that be like – to see everything in balance but slightly funny? More than slightly. Some four hundred literate Cincinnatians split their gowned and cummerbunded sides laughing for all forty-five minutes of what has to have been one of the five best after dinner speeches in Queen City history Saturday night in the Hall of Mirrors. It is quite possible that the four hundred diners woke up Sunday morning seeing everything around them in a slightly droller way, which would make for a very pleasant weekend indeed.
-Nemo Wolfe
