After a get-together with friends and family (we’ll be flying two flags today, USA and Panamanian) it’s in the car with books and CDs and stories and northbound to Stagenorth in Washburn, where I’ll deliver “The Clodhopper Monologues,” a collection of stories, some drawn from the books, some just drawn from the kitchen table.
A little nervous, because I work with only the barest of notes, but it’s easier than fencing.