During the November book festival I was invited to perform poetry in
Plattsburgh, travel expenses paid and a fee, but I hate driving, and Ralph
Hunkins, 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 a
school 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 in
my ear while selling books at the festival table, I didn’t realize that she had
seen my show in the Brighton Room. I am almost positive that she is the lady
closest to the viewer in the next photo. (This was a very serious moment when I
was reading about my car accident in Chicken Soup. We had serious moments and
humorous moments during my poetry show.)
Who knows, the Mystery Lady may contact me again. I hope so! I really enjoyed entertaining the group. Next time opportunity knocks again for travel, I will answer the door. I’ve learned my lesson. My family thought I was nuts to say no. Like I said: I’ve learned my lesson.
