Time to Roll it Up

Sick of my stories about famous authors I've met? Too bad. Before we had big award ceremonies for winners of The Times Book Prizes, we had smaller affairs in our executive offices and auditorium. That's where I met Carl Sagan's son. The dad was up for an award, but he had died. The son and his wife or girlfriend were under my wing. I got to introduce them to people I didn't know and sort of hang with them. They weren't old hands at this sort of thing like the dad would have been. So we made a perfect trio.

Then one year, Ray Bradbury won the award for career performance. He walked in the door and I sidled over to say, "I loved Dandelion Wine." There were so many more of his books that I loved, but I had just read that one. He was very old, very kind. I didn't keep him long. Then our new VP of Human Resources came in. I worked for her. She was suspicious of how I kept turning up at all these great events. I don't think she stayed around long enough to find out. She walked in that day and saw Mr. Bradbury and breathed those same words, "I loved Dandelion Wine." I was still close enough for Ray and I to look at each other and smile. Just one more thing for her to wonder about.

The bottom is done!! When I've completed everything up to his shoulder, the bottom half will be done. Such good news.


Bad news, Scott Walker is still governor of Wisconsin. That must be why I'm stitching so much. Listening to books, not watching the news.