I'm all ready to head for New York. I've got a studio apartment on Bleecker Street
for three days. They take pets but unfortunately for Shelly, I'm not up to taking one to New York. I bought a new suit, a new coat, new make-up and new socks. I have copies of Patrick O'Keefe's collection, The Hill Road
, and Jim Harrison's collection, The Summer He Didn't Die
, for them to sign. I have Derryl Murphy's collection, Wasps At The Speed of Sound
to read on the flight. I hope, if I get a spare minute, to pick up a copy of Tom Bissell's God Lives In St. Petersburg
to read on the way home. I have ear plugs for sleeping in New York City. CDs for lulling me through the morning routine. My office is still clean, my schedule is chock full of seeing people in New York (with more that I won't be able to see.)
I'm not taking my laptop. That alone will make it feel like a vacation.