From where I sit in front of the huge picture window on Long Mountain Road, the snow and ice from Sunday morning’s storm is falling in huge clumps from the oak branches high above. Fog shrouds the hills and hollows between me and Shenandoah National Park. Wish I could see those peaks and their blanket of snow.
It was treacherously slick last night and this morning. More snow predicted this afternoon and tonight. Thus: No trip in for Men’s Book Club; no travel to Pittsburgh for what had been the next stop tomorrow on the book tour. Can’t imagine the Pennsylvania Turnpike is any kind of fun with snow predicted tomorrow as well. We’re regrouping and planning another go at western Pennsylvania. Fracking won’t be off their radar anytime soon.
Tallahassee was a blast. Great venue (LeMoyne Center for the Visual Arts), great crowd, and an introduction to Florida’s Fractivists. Promising in so may ways. Jack Levine’s pictures caught the attention of a lot of folks. Thanks, Jack.
Charlotte will wrap up the big goofy tour, then home to Miami where I can finally turn attention to the looming holidays. We’ve opted to stay snug there.
The whole tour started with a great Saturday on Writer’s Row at the 30th annual Miami Book Fair International.
