In a car, speeding toward Boston right now. I love this stop. Not because I lived there. Or because my first job was there. Or because my agent is there. But because that was the city where my job fell apart and I first started writing. It's where I first had the dream. Where I failed so bad when I got 24 rejection letters. But where I was always so damn stubborn to give up.
Plus I get to see my pal Henry Santoro on WFNX. Sweetest man alive.
Also, don't forget that monday night is when week 3 of the
Superman house action ends. There's a steal on the 6 new items that were added to that auction: Buscema art going for 100 bucks? A Bizarro painting for 250? People, think birthdays and holiday gifts. Tis the season coming.
See you on the T.