No boobies unsheathed
And none needed for Amy Letter's reading this evening. She began with a favorite poem of mine, The Biggest Jazz Funeral in History, and then proceeded to wow the audience with a discussion of beer and Anchor Brewing that wandered from the Gropinator's appearance in The Streets of San Francisco to Ishi the last Yahi to the High-Priesthood-like devotionals of brewing. Perhaps the best compliment came from the boyfriend of one of my students who said to Amy "Thanks for keeping it interesting." High praise indeed from a 19 year old who was only there because his girlfriend wanted to get a free third of a letter grade on a future assignment.
It's just as well that they remained sheathed--that much raw power in such a small room can have explosive results.