Friday, June 09, 2006
Heading to the West coast/ stories from the East
Meanwhile, I'm finally getting back into the swing of things after doing my little Northeast jaunt last week. My flight--American--was delayed as usual, so I got into JFK last Thursday at 6pm, and took a cab directly to Housing Works where someone had to announce that do to the force of the rain outside, no one should go into the bathrooms. Yikes, I thought, what would happen in Manhattan had a hurricane?
After an interesting discussion of how much dog makes your work "about dogs", I headed out into the rain, crashed at a friend's house, woke up at the crack of dawn and headed up to Boston by train. During this ride, I had to endure a long conversation several seats down, about how this man's kids didn't do well with pets, unless they were "computer pets." "They like those," he said. He also had their universities picked out for them. Harvard and MIT are too competetive; he wants them to have a social experience. Of course, by the time they reach college, their only experiences may be with computer pets and computer friends.
After taping an interview at WGBH, I headed to Kiehl's, where I sat with Cappy from the MSPCA, and met several other dogs, including Josie, a black and white pit bull who looks just like Sula. I kept thinking how nice Boston is, even though it was awfully chilly. And then it occurred to me that the nice quality had to do with the lack of burning buildings and debris. (Not that the people weren't nice too!)
From there it was back to NYC, where I did a morning signing with Bide A Wee and an afternoon signing with BARC in Brooklyn. The afternoon was particularly great, because in spite of the rain there was a stream of volunteers stopping by to walk dogs and a few families coming around to look for something to adopt. And I got to tell everyone about Brando, who was a BARC dog himself. And the wonderful Maggie Estep came by!
The next morning I was in Philadelphia with the Animal Alliance. Alison Pace and I did an outdoor reading, with Harley's circling us and some kind of fog/tug boat horn punctuating our sentences. Alison's book, Pug Hill, sounds really great, although she warns me that some of it may be too girly.
I went out to dinner with Jill W, who helped put the event together, then collapsed and heading back south in the AM.