I was beckoned that morning by the bench tables in front of Toby’s Coffee Bar, to either read the Chronicle tucked under my arm or to see if there is someone around with whom to share what’s happening. Looking, I saw David Mitchell at the sidewalk end of the table with a stranger who has caught my . . .

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