Welcome to the Planet Tralfamadore

Reading group faithfuls made the trek across the universe (well, at least "halfway across the province" as at least one person observed!) to wine and dine and talk about Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. in easy circumstances. Note the absence of viands on the banquet table--all veggie stuff except for the tuna (or was it Trout?) in the antipasto; the ensuing discussion was conducted with military precision (NOT!), and so the only Slaughterhouse was in the novel itself. Lots of Funf, though! So it goes.