Tonight I’ll be speaking at Tree after Sandra gives one of her typically spectacular readings. A surreal transition, this being back in town. Months Weeks of no one but Hub and I then a whole crew.
Which reminds me, here’s another tidbit from The Trip…while cycling in Paris we came to a red light and I saw this,
What’s that? A tabac devoted “Au Chien Qui Fume”
Naturally I thought of Buying Cigarettes for the Dog, the short story collection by Stuart Ross.