The most captivating segment of this congregation of Table 14 apparently came during the 28 minutes before Scribe arrived. According to Whitey, a first-hand witness, "It threatened rain, it sprinkled, and then it stopped."
Beyond that, conversation was uncharacteristically civilized and pedestrian, making for a pleasant afternoon, but not much satire.
Oh, and Pastor took two seconds out of his day between sips from his chalice of Lite beer to approve Wimmer's new nickname of "Perfect Storm" with a rather papal wave of the hand.
And the table 14 mantra for the week is:
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