St. Louis Book Signing

What a day!  I had set my alarm for 4 a.m. – got up promptly at midnight . . .  Packed the car by 5, hit McDonald’s by 7, finished my McPuck and oval potato slab by 7:15, and arrived at the Nadoz Euro Bakery and Cafe’  in the historic Coronado building by 10:30. 

A fascinating place

A fascinating place

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                                   Outside and . . .

 . . . inside. . .

. . . inside. . .

  Then I promptly had dessert . . .

 

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Which the manager Larry helped me to choose.

I met many nice people . . .

. . . Lonnie the chef . . .

. . . Lonnie the chef . . .

. . . Jessica, the daughter of the owner, who was there to welcome us. . .

. . . Jessica, the daughter of the owner, who was there to welcome us. . .

And Kel, my first St. Louis reader to get sucked into the book signing vortex . . .

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And then, finally at long last, my cousin, Samudra Haddad . . .

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All in all, a really good day!  I had a blast!  Now, all I have left to do is digest my McPuck . . .

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The End.

That is . . . until tomorrow . . .                                                          

 

 
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0 Responses to St. Louis Book Signing

  1. Samudra says:

    I NEVER sang about burning tires!
    I got home & found Aunt Nene had called and said she’d just finished the book and she loved it and she just knew I would too. Andrea had called and said she’d forgotten it was a long weekend and all plans are on hold.
    I wrote for an hour about Daddy before I relaxed with your novel.
    Fifty pages later. I’d take out a “had” here & put one in there, change a “that” to a “who,” fix a subject/verb agreement problem–in fact you should probably hire me as a proofreader–but these things are tiny in the lush sweep of hilariously comic detail. I’m already so totally engrossed that I’m not even fixating on certain recent non-events in my non-existent social life.
    I LOVED hanging out with you today and getting to know you both. Thanks for supper! Can’t believe I wrapped myself around four servings of caffeine today. Hope you recover from your week/day; look forward to seeing you again soon.
    Yr cuz,
    Samudra

  2. thea says:

    Cousin, since you NEVER sang about burning tires, and since you never wrote sheet music, I am forced to assume that my mother, your aunt Dora, picked up a complete stranger that weekend all those years ago, thinking it was you. I am not surprised…