Lisa and I had an epic journey out to Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park yesterday. Fortunately we’d decided to leave a little early, so when the taxi dispatcher told us there were no cabs available, we had time to race downtown and catch the 522 commuter bus. Moments after we boarded, the skies opened up in a torrential downpour that lasted until just before we reached the bookstore (the bus driver was hugging the curb the whole way, so I think we drowned several pedestrians en route).
Despite the weather we had a nice turnout for the reading. The audience included a fellow Cornellian who had a first edition of Fool on the Hill that I’d signed for him back in 1988. Twenty-four years later, I signed it again, and now that we’ve established the tradition I look forward to seeing him or his heirs at book signings in 2036, 2060, and 2084 (I think we’ll have cake for that one).