On a more personal note, I learned yesterday that writer and editor John McCalla died Monday. He was 38, and when he was around 30, I hired him to work at the Penn Current. He was amazingly talented and a charmer, to boot. I was out of touch with him, so I feel doubly terrible. Here’s a link to the obit that ran in The Weekly Press, which includes an email that gives a sense of the person he was. At the time of his death, he was the editor of the Washington Business Journal. He was also a collector of art and people, and had bought a loopy piece from us–a pad of paper placemats. I do not know the cause of death.