A Weekend of Old Things

People, my desire to sit out in the hammock and nap is so strong that I had to  make myself a to-do list full of the shit I do every Sunday just to keep myself on track.

I could have spent all day at Watkins Park and been happy about it.

Quite possibly, my biggest thrill at the Confederate do-hickey was seeing all of the open tombs.

Self-Promotion to Promote Myself

Remember, the spooky thing this year is “The Witch’s Friend” and next Sunday at the Southern Festival of Books. 1:30, me on the Chapter 16 stage, reading from A City of Ghosts, which, for the record, makes an excellent present for all your friends and relatives.