When we awoke on the morning of the scheduled meeting, through a stroke of Providence and through no fault of the fair city of Atlanta nor the fine members of the Confederates of the Wisteria Lodge, this is what all of Atlanta looked like (and this is a color photo!). Ice. Everywhere ice! It was the weekend before the Super Bowl (remember that?). Some 1/3 of Atlanta was without power. Traffic accidents everywhere! Telephone calls to the appointed pub went unanswered because the telephone lines were down and no one could get to the pub anyway. Needless to say, the meeting didn't happen.