... to the Oxford Valley Mall for my husband's first-ever book signing. Bless his heart, he's been rehearsing in the garage!
Tomorrow or the next, I'm going to write a few posts about my experiences with the characters in Like Any Normal Day. I've met some of them, and they really are wonderful people. The mark of a good person is when life tests you to the max, and you stare it in the eye and don't blink. The Miley family has more non-blinkers than I've ever met in one household.
The previous post was visited, quite unexpectedly, by my one-and-only troll. I've flung the gauntlet at supporters of Cindy Jacobs, Sarah Palin, Rick Santorum, DC40, the Tea Party, Rush Limbaugh, and the Westboro Baptist Church. Only once, long ago, did I get a tepid response from someone who approves the messages of these pustules. My troll seems to have no political allegiance, but he holds a damned good grudge.
This is my favorite bridge, Troll. Do not collect toll at this bridge. The ghosts will kick your butt.
This is my second favorite bridge. Knock yourself out.
For the curious: The first bridge (yes, Iggy) is Burnside Bridge on the edge of Antietam Battlefield. The second bridge is (yes, Iggy) the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, mid-span.