A Lunch in P-TownI had come to town for a conference....

A Lunch in P-Town



I had come to town for a conference. It wasn’t just any
town. It was P-town rising from the shadow of the mountains. It was the
bustling university town below the humongous white letter plastered upon the
slope, shouting its endless interrogatory. It was DJ’s P-town. Sure, plenty of
authors and wanna-be writers inhabited the P-town hood, but I knew only one of
them