I started out here.
And last week ended up here.
Today I’m here.
Tomorrow (at 2pm) I’ll be at the place in the title of the book in you know whose hand. Well, actually another Sparta, the one in New Jersey at its library.
But no matter where I am, I’m always blessed to have my trusty photo bomber near by.
|Cafe du Monde|
Who attracts other wonderful folks.
|Stan, Photo Bomber, Mette and Me.|
And we eat in wonderful places.
|Galatoire's with the Georges|
Though at times itinerants do creep around.
But so do famous authors
|RL Stine with Connie Perry|
And their spouses…again attracted by my photo bomber.
|Jane Stine and Photo Bomber|
And in case you haven’t guessed by now, all this is called “filler,” to cover up that I’ve been so wrapped up with these folks…
|The Bouchercon National Board|
that I’ve neglected my duties to you, our MIE family. Please forgive me. If not, I’ll have to offer EvKa a guest slot the next time things jam up, and we all know what that means…New Orleans will be a site of virtue by comparison.
Bye for now.