One down, one to go ...

So the signing at Java Cafe was Tuesday, and a good time was had by all. Bette (who maintains that never a blue stripe should circle a barbershop pole) was there in spirit, surprising us with free drinks (thanks) when she couldn't make it in fact. Among the pleasant surprises were Tom Needham (whose photo of me will follow this post), Kendall Middlemas Henley, who brought Addie, and Windy (I spelled it right this time) Twilly and The Son of Todd.

I distributed copies of The Dispatch, which are going to be regular funtime elements of signing events, and which I intend to become a regular snailmail/PDF newsletter at some point. For now, Michael is planning to link PDFs of them to my page at the Pottersville site, so keep an eye out.

Saturday is the "Return of the Native Son" event. No, that's not quite right. It's the "Help Bring Old 100 Home" event in Century, and I'll be signing books there while they last. Quantities are limited, then I'll be preselling for shipment of signed editions back to the homestead. Anyway, in the historic district Saturday morning, right by "the Old Leach House" just down the street from the Post Office Museum, I'll have my table set up. Parking will be by the little league field on Church Street, as Jefferson Avenue will be closed for use by the Model A club and the cloggers. Barbecue plates for sale, gospel music and tours of the museums on tap. All to raise money to bring the old Alger-Sullivan steam engine back to town for use in the historic park. If that doesn't sound like the ultimate smalltown Saturday, I don't know what does.

The Pensacola News Journal carried a story about the event in Wednesday's edition.

Finally, Michael last night reminded me of the Bible verse about a prophet's popularity in his own country. Hope that doesn't have dire meaning.

Peace.