Nov. 6, ST. LOUIS, MO... another radio gig. Talk for twenty minutes about
me again. Kick myself afterward for telling my story completely out of
order. Must have sounded like a jumbled mess, what a screw up. Saul
Bellow's son Adam is on after me, pass him in the hall. A brush with fame
and fortune! Bet he won't screw up. Losing track of what day it is. Go
back to friend's house to crash for an hour on couch. Mechanic calls.
Can't find anything wrong with Vette. Death rattle was probably just the
heat shield; warning light, who knows? That night at the reading: three
adults, three children. Hard to believe readings used to make
me nervous. Getting kind of boring now. One small child plays footsie with Rosie and me
the whole time. Enjoy the challenge. After reading, couple of nearby
browsers also come over to have book signed. Leaving bookstore with Rosie,
a man stops me: Didn't I hear you on the radio today? He's in his fifties
maybe, seems excited to meet me. Tells me he can't wait to read my book
because the radio interview was so interesting. So much for my ability to
judge my own performance. And now, at last... to bed.
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