Tonight was a reminder of why we go to the Double TT. Surely it can't be the food. There's better food at home. It can't be the service, because you're gambling on which Donna you get. It's not the atmosphere, which can be summed up as "You are here, and this is nowhere and everywhere." It's not because it's the only place that's open, although that helps. No. It's the conversation, first, foremost, and always. Where else can you meet a man named Lazarus who is willing, even happy, to take on three pseudo-Johnnies in a conversation that starts, "What is the soul?" Where else can Scott realize that the person who had been talking to Lazarus before us attends Scott's philosophy course at UMBC? Where else can four people sit in a booth and inspect squares representing The Mind and Wisdom? Where else can a man offer ten dollars to drive him home, that home being six minutes away?

"See the bells up in the sky,
Somebody's cut the string in two."