Here are a few more photographs before I drag my exhausted behind to work. First, a shot of the ballroom:
This is Walter Mosley, who I recognized right away without any outside assistance—probably because of the hat. Not long ago, I read The Man in My Basement, which started out strong but turned into a disappointment in the end:
And here's my attempt at capturing Christopher Hitchens:
Eh, that one's pretty bad. But think about it: glass of wine...Hitch...glass of wine....Hitch. Which would you rather have?