Stephen King
If you caught my last blog, you now know the answer, the name of the childhood hero that I had the pleasure of meeting recently: Stephen King!
It started days earlier. Behind the scenes, my wife was working her magic. She asked a fellow military spouse, one who cares about her Air Force family, and who I’d met selling my books at our local Bazaar, if there was any way that she could get me a ticket to meet Stephen King. She was willing to give up our anniversary evening together, if she could just get me in to the Stephen King reading.
Well, you might say that this fellow spouse has some pull. And, when she told her husband Perla’s story, he made things happen. Big time. I received a surprise phone call Friday afternoon, and was given some instructions … where to go, and what to do, so that I could meet and greet Stephen King when he arrived at our base…
How cool is that?!?
On Sunday, the night before the event, my family and I were shaking hands with Stephen King when he stepped off the plane.
Insanity. Totally amazing.
And, the next night, thanks to our local USO folks, we attended the reading. Local author attends Stephen King reading on LUCKY 13 Anniversary with gorgeous spouse.
Wow, it was about the coolest gift ever and, overall, a damn fine day. Second to wedding, children being born, and that sort of thing, but a close second.
I read my first Stephen King book over 30 years ago, as a 7-year-old tike with a penchant for the scary stuff. To top it off, we got an autographed copy of Doctor Sleep.
Yeah. It was a good weekend. Naturally, I owe it all to my wife and those amazing AF people I have intentionally left unnamed. They are a pure, blinding flash of awesomeness.
Stephen King, by the way, is an incredible storyteller in person, too. Funny, intuitive, and engaging … a friendly guy. A regular guy. Many thanks to him for taking the time to visit us. Much appreciated, sir.
Perhaps, in the near future, I will share a few of Mr. King’s entertaining tales. For now, it’s time to sleep. Not the deep, dark sleep of the dead. Just a visit to the subconscious.
To my wife, thanks for another wonderful year, Lucky #13, I love you always.
To the rest of the world: good night.
Bart
