Tam and Dan and Ann and Fran

Come on man, lets see the photos. First the ones at Grouseland then the ones at Jackson Street books.

I hope you had a bit more sleep this time through, and just going north doesn’t give you the jetlag of heading east.

Congrats on the great review and being so high on the hit list. They are all well deserved. The book IS great.

I just sent the photos off to Tammy, so we’ll see how it goes. I can forward them to you too, Adam, if you’ll email me. It was great fun to hear The Man speak and read. Merely to bask in his presence was magnificent! All should be deemed so worthy!

Again with the off target. Sorry. In case someone out there is not aware of this little “off the cuff” by the very reverant Jerry Falwell, it appears that this God-fearing Christian is now more frightened by a strong and opinionated woman than the the very Devil himself.

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/politics/2003272973_jerry24.html

For those who haven’t visited Jackson Street Books, Dan carries a broad selection of new and old titles, with a special collection for baseball fans. Go see for yourselves. (No, I’m not related to him.)

“Kimberley and Perry are my new favorite customers. They bought a 37 volume set I had of Kipling.”

The remarkable thing is they were all the same volume. That’s how good a bookman is Seattle Dan. Visit Jackson Street Books and he will see to it that you will leave with a good book tucked under you arm, or a stack of them; many of them may even be in the original Portuguese, but it won’t matter: Seattle Dan is irresistible. Boa vinda!

dee, an autographed Wait Wait day calendar for Christmas? Oh, dee, you shouldn’t have. Thank you! Thank you! You are so sweet! I’ll just e-mail you my shipping address. Thanks again. What a gal! And while you’re at it, buy something really nice for yourself, too, okay?

Cool Dan, thanks for the report, that all sounds great!

Except for the Kobe beef… meatloaf? Are you serious? If so I’m going to go to market with my Hope Diamond cat litter.

My fan club showed up last night to post. I love those guys. Gailkate, PT and Juliastar are friends of mine from another message board, and they are very good to me.

And Susie, the meatloaf was Adam’s back-up order. He had the Jambalaya instead and it was, by his account, very good.

The website is now up. Tony is attaching the photos sometime tonight. The good photos are from Fran; the not-so-good ones come from our crappy camera. Ann will be sending more photos soon. (Ann, please copy in Tony).

Oops. Changing website info. Try now.

D’oh!

My latest best effort. Click on my name.

D’oh! Again! And though I let the teenage boy create and post, I edited.

It’s a work in progress. Ideas and editing welcomed.

The diverse persona of Adam, from The Literate Hitman making a deal to eliminate a “problem” to beloved Uncle Adam reading to enthralled children. The man has range.

Thanks, Cooper. I was hoping for a little photoshopping, though. The camera adds 10 pounds, you know!
I have a couple of pictures that I’ll send to SeattleDan for posting. And then I have to disappear and develop a new identity.

coop, the head of hair I have didn’t go unnoticed. Years ago I shaved my moustache, when Tony was a baby. Tammy threatened to divorce me unless I grew it back immediately. I grew it back. It seems I have no upper lip.

In case anyone was wondering, the JB and Gretchen photo…JB is the owner of the Seattle Mystery Bookshop where Tammy and Fran work. Gretchen is his wife. Fran somehow eluded the camera. Click on her name and look at her blog, and you’ll find many photos. Go over and say hi.

We received the photos from Ann and Tony will be posting soon, though he thinks it is four of the same pic. Tony refuses to post his own picture, though we had a good one of him. Suffice to say, he looks like the young Gary Cooper.

And, yes, Murray, it is still a high experience. Now we need to get the book on some bestseller lists!

cooper,

I’m a sometimes Caroloonian, alternating with my Floridiot roots (ah, the cultural tensions of Western North Carolina), and one of my friends up here is a serious Panthers fan, so I’m with you in spirit anyway.

OK Cooper, I just read the Rolling Stone article. You can come rock me to sleep tonight. I’m starting to get more scared by the day. You realize that if the Congress passes this torture bill that we will be the next enemy combatants don’t you. I used to think the Repuglicans wouldn’t want to give the President this kind of power because the democrats could take that spot back. Now I see that they never intend to let that happen. It makes everything so clear.

I’m moving to Canada.

“I used to think the Repuglicans wouldn’t want to give the President this kind of power…”

You may call me a floor-pooping, wheezing, sickly, smush-faced excuse for a dog if you will, but this is slander!

I prefer the term “Repugnicants” - pronounced to rhyme with, among other things, “bunts”, “stunts”, or “deodorants.” “Repugnicon” is also very nice, with an emphasis on the “con”.

I’d like to say that we’re above such name calling, but that would be naive. The Repugnicants have demonstrated that you CAN take the low road AND the high horse, as their idiot-in-chief once said.

Call me crazy but I have always hoped that at some point reason would kick in. Surely some of them remember reality? Democracy? They can’t ALL be crazy, self-absorbed morons, can they?

I see that Fran doesn’t provide her website info…maybe if we all ask real nice, she might, on her next post, let you all in on her very nicely done blog.

I didn’t? I thought I had…now I wonder where the hell I posted my weblink…

I think it’s because I read mysteries for a living, that I doubt the review gave anything away. This is straight-up fiction, and I don’t read much of that so there are always surprises for me. Well, that and the fact that I tend to forget reviews pretty much right after I read them. It comes from a long stint in community theatre. I learned a long time ago not to devote much, if any, LTM to reviews.

Good advice as always, David. thanks for the tip!

Siobhan,

Hope your Tigers whip the Yankees. I want a Tigers-Mets World Series. I’ll have to cheer for the Mets for old time’s sake, of course, preferably drinking Rheingold draft and eating blind robins (no, not vision-impaired redbreasted songbirds).

Cruel and unusual punishment? You want to know what is cruel and unusal punishment? Treating myself to an extravagant way overpriced black market birthday treat ticket to my first ever postseason experience, getting decked out in full Tiger regalia (hat, jacket) to celebrate the end of this 19-year drought, being 15-year-old-kid giddy-excited all week, getting to the game, getting through the National Anthem with nary a storm cloud in sight, and suddenly seeing the tarp come out instead of the players, this in apparent anticipation of rain, which moments later did materialize at the level of steady drizzle, waiting huddled amongst 10,000 increasingly hostile bleacher creatures and no alcohol on sale to ease the pain, rumors circulating wildly of possible start times and cancellations, ending of all rain and return to wet seats an hour and a half after scheduled game start, lustily cheering removal of tarp and commencement of field grooming, return of gleeful giddiness as Tigers warmed up in right field, tempered only by bizarre total absence of visible Yankees (later reports indicate that they both pushed for and found out about the cancellation before the Tigs, who thus warmed up their pitcher unnecessarily–Mussina never came out–and suddenly had to find a hotel in NY, as they had all checked out before the game), all set for game when grounds crew, who had just finished, return and remove the bases and roll out tarp again, this despite total lack of aerial moisture, 10 minutes more of waiting, and then (past 10pm now) game is officially called (due to weather report of second storm front to pass at 11:15, which it did, but which would only have briefly interrupted the later innings if we had played the stupid game to begin with). And rescheduled game, of course, smack in the middle of the workday.

THAT has got to be outlawed by the Geneva Conventions somewhere!

PS - On the plus side, the Tigs did not lose.

Dale, your story proves that the Yankees are scared - nay, terrified - of the Tigers. That is the only possible explanation.

Will you be able to sneak off to the rescheduled game?

I do believe so as well… I don’t know whether to be more happy that they won or more sad that I missed it (and paid $80 for the privilege). I am now somewhat convinced that it is my own spectatorship that causes them to lose (they were rained out twice and lost twice in the four games I went to during the regular season, and they lost the two nationally televised games I was able to watch start to finish), and may have to force myself not to turn on the TV tomorrow. I have a feeling I have displaced all the irrational faith, ritual, and obsession that most people have in religion onto baseball. I need to restore a separation between Church and stadium!

Obsession can be like that, Dale. For me, a few years ago when the Mariners had a very good team, I thought if I didn’t watch the game, they’d lose. Not unlike the superstitions the ballplayers have themselves.