We were in Princeton for a meeting and finished the evening at a bar. Small car, lots of us. John, daunted by nothing, packed them in, some srtetched on the back seat, on top of each other. A rather distinguised scholar’s feet hung out of the window.

When we reached out destginiation, and unpacked, the man at the very bottom turned out to be a drunk, packed in by mistake. He had no identification, so we couldn’t drive him home. Nor did he make any kind of senes. We sprang the others, drove back to the bar and, with the rain now falling, propped him up under the awning.