Still riding a high from the Festival and contemplating a few people I met who I neglected to mention in my last entry, reminds me I should tip a hat:

Michael Underwood -- with whom I discussed poet Dylan Thomas because for me Mike's surname evoked Thomas' Under Milk Wood, which was a new one on Mr. Underwood whose experience with fen ( Read more... )

  Lois McMaster Bujold surprised me on Tuesday by posting at Baen's Bar that she was flying in from Minnesota to attend the Baltimore Book Festival this past weekend.

I called my family members to whom I had addicted introduced her books.  The short notice produced wails as agonized realization ensued that they had counter-scheduled.  Oh, well ( Read more... )