Am I remiss for not mentioning that I ran into the Elder DiPesa and Mr. Cohen at the Ice Cream Parlor Formerly Known As L.I.C. after having ordered a frappe made with the unlikely white coffee ice cream? It was only for a few minutes, and I nearly didn't recognize Steve on the first go. We talked of many things, including the Death Looms With a Chef's Knife story. Oh, and Jen? I spoiled your Dooshbag [sic] Philistine story. I apologize... it just sort of rolled out. Heck, I may as well have been drunk for how chatty I was. It's completely out of character. Kind of.