Last Friday I went to the Starving Artist Cafe in Little Rock to sign away copies of my new book, ‘The Doll In The Wall’. It was the book’s debut. It was also my first time in the Starving Artist Cafe. As Keeper of the Family Memories, I took a picture of us before we started out on our way to Little Rock. I’m not sure if it was a last-picture-before-we-die-in-a-horrible-road-accident picture, to be found on our camera by the police, or the first of a before/after shot of us at a book signing. Either way, I should have known by the picture that I took that I was a bit off my game that day.
We pried our eyes open, piled into the car, buckled ourselves in, and started the engine. We were on our way. We got to the outskirts of Little Rock before I caved, leaned my seat back, and fell asleep while Randy wrestled with traffic. I don’t know how we were able to stretch a 3 hour drive into 4 hours (something old people are skilled at doing), but we did, arriving in the Argenta District in North Little Rock in time for dinner at the Cafe. . . Then we spent a few hungry moments trying to figure out where to set up my signing table.
. . . The left window facing the street won.
I set up on a stainless steel kitchen prep table, locked the wheels to prevent careening and the subsequent law suits, then ordered my dinner from Kara, one of the Starving Artist’s extremely pleasant and efficient servers.
However, while I was eating my dinner of shrimp crepes in asiago cream sauce (very nearly worth the 4 hour trip alone), in walks my cousin whom I haven’t seen in 9 years.
We settled in for a long catch-up chat, finishing dinner, reminiscing, and marvelling at our look-alike noses (Well, at least I marvelled) while I moved one seat over to my table to sign books. That was when I spied the artists working at the opposite window. I went over to meet them. First, I met Doug Norton, the artist who had designed the Starving Artist sign, which is also their logo.
And I met Jessica Smith, watching while she did a wash on an urban scene done in pen-and-ink.
After a few moments of friendly chat, I scuttled back to my signing table and settled in with a Margarita. Not bad. . . a book signing with salty, old-people fuel. I know that old people can be salty, but that’s not what I’m talking about. . . I’m talking about the rim of my glass. . .
At every book signing I like to take pictures of some of the ones who come to my table for books. I met a special couple on a mother and daughter date. I liked that. . .
Then, as the signing was drawing to a close, the co-owner of the restaurant, Paula Morell, came to my table and suggested that I leave signed copies of my book there for them to sell. A privilege for me, I thought, and I readily agreed, signing over 6 copies for consignment.
All in all, a very good signing. . . Not only did I meet some interesting artists, I visited a fascinating one-of-a-kind restaurant and artist venue, had great food, and actually stayed awake while continuing on my slow downward spiral of aging. Thank you, Mitch, for being such a hospitable host.
Thank you Jason and Paula Morell. Thank you Starving Artist Cafe.
However, the highlight was seeing Phoebe again. . . making that family connection . . .
Now if I only knew which one was mine. . .
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