The sizzle and smell of deep fried foods fills the large room. Everywhere are groups of men, sitting at tables playing poker, standing in circles gesticulating animatedly, gathering by the food table with paper plates in hand, anticipating the oysters that will soon be ready. Everywhere are groups of men, talking. Always, they are talking, joking, swapping stories. They take great pleasure in each other's company, in telling dramatic tales and hilarious incidents. They share a lot, these men. On the second Tuesday of each month they meet to do business, to cook, and share food, to play cards with each other, and to engage in storytelling. ...