Book tour tales: Pennsylvania, now

Right now it's Friday morning and I sit in my hotel room while a girlfriend, Carol (Polite) Sanford from high school, and just after, showers. She and I hadn't even talked since the late '70s and last week got in touch through classmates.com. She drove down from New York for my book event and we decided to room together. We picked up where we left off. Interesting how that is.

Last night I did my Borders appearance in Montgomeryville, PA, near where I went to junior high through high school. Lots of relatives came and so did a few high school friends. A few people I didn't know and one whom I met on Readerville.com. It was such a moving night, actually. My Uncle Jerry was there. Back in the late '80s, after I published my first major travel article, Uncle Jerry started telling everyone that I was one of the highest paid writers in Southern California. Which is when I began to believe it might be possible to even be a full time writer (at the time I was doing something else for $$, besides writing).

Today I'll drive to New Jersey to see my half-sister Sylvia, whom I write about in my book, the chapter that begins with the line, "Bigamy runs in my family." Then to Manhattan for the ASJA conference. First, though, this evening, I'll meet with my editor at Harcourt for dinner. We've had so much contact over the last 22 months since my book sold but we've never met. Sort of like dating someone, even marrying, without having ever been in the same room.