September 13, 2019

Reading for Falls at Malaprop’s last night. Tiny audience, but a choice one. I wanted to bitch about attendance, but I realized I had fun, so what the hell. I believe we sold no books. Tom reverses those many months of– whatever it was-- shows up for Lincoln and for the reading and swears he’ll see me at Lincoln again Saturday night. I am grateful, if in the dark.  We had drinks at the Bier Garden until the Panthers game began and nothing could be heard.