Last night I spent a few precious final hours at the Bus Stop – it will be relocated or just plain gone by the time I get back, and that fact gave the evening a bittersweet edge. More on that later!
When I arrived David was standing on the sidewalk and he reached in his bag and said I bought your book – will you sign it for me?
I shuddered (I’ve successfully avoided all publicity related work this summer) then laughed and pulled out a pen. David commented We had trouble finding it at Powell’s – they had it filed under “Healing Memoir”!
Jody thought this hilarious and said I haven’t read it and even I know it isn’t that!
True. My cryptic little book is definitely not part of the self-help industry. Jody doesn’t know anything about my career and cares even less (a delightful trait in a new friend). The couple of other times I’ve been recognized or cornered by someone this summer he was always outside smoking, so of course he had to photograph this particular exchange.
David remarked that he is going to loan it to his mother and I replied Then I won’t write anything smutty on it!
