Let me tell you about author appearances. Unless your name is:
Troy Aikman.
Jennifer Lopez.
John Feinstein.
… they’re awfully uncomfortable. There’s you, a stack of books, a half-empty room. We do them, because, well, we do them. In this case, I grew up in Mahopac and absolutely love my hometown’s public library. As a kid, I’d go there and the librarians would present me with a stack of sports biographies they placed aside. So whatever they ask for, I now give. I owe them.
Anyhow, I can’t promise amazing times—but I’ll bring cookies.
