Last night I went to see a reading by one of my favorite authors, David Sedaris, at a local bookstore. Being vertically challenged and, as it happened, about ten rows back from the front, I had a little trouble seeing the events that unfolded. After adjusting my chair, which luckily was at the end of the aisle, I was able to just barely see the head of Mr. Sedaris, in between a couple of onlookers seated in front of me. In order to maintain my view of him throughout the reading, I often had to adjust my position, in accordance with the ticks and movements of those with more advantageous seating. At times, it seemed to me as if Mr. Sedaris was nibbling on the ear of the man seated to my right, one row in front of me. At other times it appeared that, perhaps, our speaker had sprouted from the head of the spikily coiffed gentleman seated two rows ahead of me. And, somehow, it only added to the hilarity that ensued. Is "spikily" even a word? I don't think so.