One of my fondest memories is the one and only time I was in New York and while searching for a place to eat, came upon four rather inebriated Irishmen singing outside an Irish pub. Of course that's where we chose to eat--great food and all the wait staff was Irish with wonderful Irish accents. On that same trip, an Irish conductor rescued me when I dumped my luggage when I was trying to get on the train. He scooped everything up and settled me in my seat. When I arrived at the D.C. train station, he had a cart waiting to deliver me and my friend to the taxi he'd called ahead for us. He also had a wonderful accent.
I've been really busy the last few days--gave a talk at a library. Fun and great crowd. While there, the librarian downloaded one of by books on his Kindle, took about 20 seconds. This weekend, we went to Camarillo and Oxnard (CA) to visit my youngest daughter and family, then the eldest and her husband. On Sunday, we had a booth at the Celebration of the Whales (I was the only author--that seems to work well), sold a lot of books, talked to many folks, and handed out lots of cards.) Great weekend--but tiring.
Marilyn
a.k.a. F. M. Meredith
http://valleygirlmusings.blogspot.com/ today's stop on my blog tour--much easier than the physical stuff I do.
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