AS I’VE SAID BEFORE, everybody comes to Knoxville eventually. Today it was Wind Rider of Silent Running. (That’s not his real name, but I didn’t think to ask him how he felt about my using his real name on the blog; he’s the one on the left.)

He didn’t mind being photographed, though, and thanks to a helpful counter-gal at the Barnes and Noble Starbucks, the visit was memorialized. Note that, at this magnification at least, the post-surgical swelling in my cheek is almost invisible!