Ann and I had a wonderful time in Chicago, where we went on Wednesday to address a dinner meeting of the Torists International, one of the Windy City's Sherlockian groups. We also had the pleasure of hanging out with our friend, fellow Sherlockian, and fellow mystery writer Felicia Carparelli.
There must be a thousand ways to run a scion meeting. Here's how this one worked:
We convened at a dandy suburban Chicago restaurant called Hackney's. First order of business, the cocktail hour, was highly successful from my point of view.
Then followed Sherlockian toasts before dinner. These were quite amusing.
|Ann Andriacco, Felicia Carparelli, and Doctor Dan at the Torists meeting|
I held forth for a half-hour on "Sherlock Holmes Gone to the Dogs: Canine Capers, Canonical and Otherwise." The audience was attentive.
Tony Citera, Chief Steward of the Torists, asked a few quiz questions about the story of the evening, "Silver Blaze." Those who answered successfully won prizes, including copies of my books, No Police Like Holmes and Holmes Sweet Holmes.
At the end of the meeting I had the distinct honor of reading aloud Vincent Starrett's poem "221 B," which seems to be a sort of closing ritual for the Torists.
I'm very grateful that the Torists asked me to join them for such an enjoyable evening of Sherlockian comraderie.