How I Spent My Summer Vacation, Part Two

As the first week of workshops wound down, several things happened in Aspen that were quite magical.  Of course, that magnificent bastard Colum McCann arrived.  It doesn't get much better than that--though everyone knew if Colum is here, we are not getting much sleep.


I have been remiss in blogging, I'll admit.  But you might forgive me if I confess that I was unwilling to replace the blog I posted after my beloved Kathi Goldmark died.  Not that it was a masterpice, but it was my memorial.  And I suspect that moving on, sending it into the archive, was truly burying her.  But Kathi herself would have reminded me that I cannot mount a Perpetual Kathi Elegy.  So, forgive me, Kathi--but we roll along.

Wastelander Aspen III

The last time we drove thru Leadville
some high country Hip Hop Gangstas
had spray painted this on a wall:

Gas station toilet stop, speaking of
bodily functions: ½ hr wait in line.
Sign over side door:
Door standing
wide open.

Hurry Up, Kid, We Need to Pee:
The whole line listens to the little boy
before Cindy & Chayo
tear off 11 straight
paper towels inside the


Book club members have been some of my most enthusiastic and careful readers. I’m thrilled to share my work with you, answer your questions and tell you some of the stories behind the stories. This is our spot, just for us. Here, we can chat:  If I’m nearby, I’ll come and visit your club. Otherwise, we can Skype, talk over the phone or email. Sometimes, I’ll send surprises or hold contests.

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