During the November book festival I was invited to perform poetry inPlattsburgh, travel expenses paid and a fee, but I hate driving, and RalphHunkins, my favorite undergraduate professor no longer lives there. To see him,it might have been worth the trip and then performing poetry all day for aschool district. My wife, Marilyn, said that I should have agreed to do it,even without me since she has back trouble. When the teacher or administrator whispered inmy ear while selling books at the festival table, I didn’t realize that she hadseen my show in the Brighton Room. I am almost positive that she is the ladyclosest to the viewer in the next photo. (This was a very serious moment when Iwas reading about my car accident in Chicken Soup. We had serious moments andhumorous moments during my poetry show.)
Who knows,the Mystery Lady may contact me again. I hope so! I really enjoyedentertaining the group. Next time opportunity knocks again for travel, I willanswer the door. I’ve learned my lesson. My family thought I was nuts to say no. Like I said: I’ve learned my lesson.
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