Like many or most of the authors last night, I didn't sell any books, but I did have a chance to chat with other interesting authors and visitors. I plugged Matsuri to many people and hope that at least will produce results on Sunday. Perhaps the highlight of the evening was an a cappella performance by the UVM Top Cats. Charming guys with good voices. I was a vocal member of the audience and was singled out to be the recipient of a love song. A young guy with dark sparkling eyes nearly rubbed noses with me as he passionately offered to fly me away. He'd tossed me his jacket, which I caressed with suitable reciprocal passion. I put my arms in the sleeves, lifted them above me and gracefully flapped my wings. The guy was practically sitting on my lap, but as he was a senior I didn't feel like too much of a cradle robber. It was almost overwhelming when he invited the rest of the guys to join him and we were surrounded. It was all in fun and provided an opportunity for this "Kosher Ham" to ham it up. I haven't had a chance to do that for a very long time, and I had lots of fun. Afterwards, several members of the audience told me they loved it. Melissa Pasanen, the food critic and author, took photos which she said she'd send to me.
It kind of reminded me of a true story of my mother's. At the time she was in her late 70's and still living in NYC, one block south of 125th Street, between Broadway and Amsterdam. The sidewalk on the way to the bus stop from her apartment was uneven. She tripped and fell. A neighbor called 911, and until the fire truck arrived this short, redheaded grandmother was left lying on the sidewalk like a beached whale. She closed her eyes and tried to still her wildly beating heart. When she opened them again she looked up and found she was surrounded by a circle of handsome young firefighters towering above her. Looking around she sighed in appreciation, perked up, grinned and said, "All you gorgeous young things. I must have died and gone to Heaven."
Mother's Day is coming soon. Think about your mothers or mother figures or surrogate mothers. Let them know how you feel about them. And if you don't have a gift yet, you can always buy them a copy of my book - a book written by a daughter as a tribute to her own mother.