Although you had advised that you were unable to be present, the Socrates Cafe members assembled for discussion.
Your humble scribe attempted to make a record of the proceedings. Topics proposed:
1. Is Jon dead ?
2. Who is Jon ?
3. Norway or the highway ?
4. Why do we have to meet in this bat cave ?
5. Would a robot fit in with the Socrates Cafe ?
6. Exactly what ''Fringe'' does the 2nd Amendment protect from infringement ?
The group was unable to settle on a particular question. Perhaps sensing a new-found freedom from decorum due to our regular leader's absence, a sustained period of pushing and shoving occurred. Regrettably, a new member who had been pressing for calm and reasoned discussion, was toppled into the pool. Cpl. Hemlock, the building's security supervisor, arrived and ordered us to vacate the building. Although I did not see it, I understand he also somehow fell into the pool. People from upstairs then began pouring down the various means of ingress in a crude show of support, although it was unclear whom they were supporting.
Most of our group, including me, exited the building. I was unable to transcribe any more of my waterlogged notes.
You are advised to call the building's owner before returning for any type of meeting.