Boulder Bookstore

Always dig being there. I mean, I know so many people there, it’s a lot like coming home. And—should have taken a picture—always cool to see my older books faced-out on the shelves, of course: [here] Anyway—remember how, in DC, I had the kind of maximum amount of knife-drama, getting into the building? For this book event, that is, the book event RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY HOUSE, well: there was some truck drama: And, actually, that’s from a couple of weeks ago, when this pretty-pretty truck that everywhere I go I get offers for broke down last time. This time? Same exact thing. But I think I know what it is now (an uninsulated spring that runs the choke is heating up on the manifold, without a shield). Not that knowing at all helped Richard Kadrey and me get to the gig. I should have posed us on the tailgate, asked some passing motorist to snap a pic, I suppose. But instead, I just ditched the key under the floormat, we hiked our bags on our shoulders, and we took off walking through the grass, couldn’t wait for the towtruck, as we had books to be talking about. I should say, too: I forget where exactly I mined this pics, but I’d guess Dean Wyant. Whom it was cool seeing at this event as well. Dean: wherever there’s books and talk about books, that’s where he’ll be. Which is kind of automatically how you know someone’s a good person, yeah? Or, someone you  . . . → → →