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If George Thorogood Had Sung About Food
That’s the title of the essay I wrote for a local contest sponsored by Wordsmiths Books in Decatur. Russ, their marketing guru convinced me to submit an entry and then dangled a horde of prizes as enticement for me to attend the event last night. I, in turn, dangled a horde of beery prizes at Twain’s to get Karen to join me.
Two ladies read scintillating tomes of solo food ingestion, because they wrote THIS book:We missed the first part, but were treated to “The Asparagus Story” which was quite enough. The book idea and essay …
Decatur Book Festival: I went, I saw, I sweated my ass off
** re photo: see below
On Saturday, Hotlanta lived up to its name and coughed up a phlemy, humid day for the book festival. It felt like Decatur was trying out for the title “Best US version of Small European Village” with the funky shops and outside dining and dogs, dogs, dogs. I wanted to drink every type of Belgium beer at this place, but I also wanted to smack the husky owners who paraded their panting beasts like a sandwich board announcing their stupidity.
I also wanted to have a heart to heart with Darren Wang and …
Gonna Get My Freak On
It’s BOOK FESTIVAL weekend and that means lots of words will be flung. I can barely contain myself. I’ll be pointing and snapping digitals and scribbling quotes and getting books signed. I’ll be like a geek at a D&D conference. which is kinda funny because DragonCon is going on down the street- at the same time.
Last year I met Diana Gabaldon
and drank beers with Jack Riggs while this guy read and played his guitar. This year, my email buddy George is on stage with this guy and I can hardly contain myself because I am hooked on this. …
Heineken=Idiodem in T9 texting
There’s a place in Amsterdam where you’re encouraged to drink as much as you can in thirty minutes, at 11 Am on a Sunday.
But that’s not the story.
The story is why I never made it there.
Years ago, I was in Amsterdam, staying at a hostel that was an old monastery converted into dorms and common bathrooms.
I met a few girls when I checked in, totally misunderstood their warning about roaches under the beds, but followed their directions to a place where I could get something to eat. How tough could it be to find a coffeehouse? …
