I'm cheering for E, who got bored with his quiet evenings and decided to do something about it.
He did something that for me would have been scary. He called up neighbors he didn't know and hadn't met, but had heard about, and invited them to join a book club.
So the foods were put out. Things from Trader Joe's heated up, chips and dips, and an attempted tart (mine). The house was cleaned only minimally. He didn't want to set the bar too high -- make it easy.
Make it fun.
He waited patiently in the living room for his guests to arrive.
And they came! He has gathered about eight people, half of whom are men, and all of whom are in walking distance. The first book... I don't have the title yet. It's a biography of Keith Richards. It's gonna be a rockin' book club.

