
As pleasurable as meeting fascinating people in the bookstore—maybe even a greater pleasure—is introducing them to one another. My friend Michaeleen Kelly is philosopher (Aquinas College), poet and accomplished musician (piano), and it is always a delight to spend time with her, but when friends Al Bona, poet, and Dorene O’Brien, Detroit fiction writer, happened into Dog Ears Books today while Micki was there, we had an impromptu literary salon in the front corner. Browsers in the stacks were treated to a poetry recital while Sarah enjoyed a visit from dog friend Chloe, and for once I thought fast enough to get a picture before everyone dispersed.


Finally, I have it on good authority that the big ocean-going vessel, Australian, in our harbor this week is not—repeat NOT—the personal yacht of Mel Gibson. At least, I think that’s whose it isn’t. Sorry I can’t introduce the owner. If s/he came into the bookstore, it was under a cloak of anonymity.

2 comments:
I am deeply envious. I spent the day in discussions of goose poop and its relationship to swimmers itch. You have more fun in Leelanau County.
Gerry, we have days with topics of conversation like that in the bookstore, too. And you, as we know, have many interesting days roaming the countryside for writing topics, which all of us appreciate!
A more general observation to the envious: If you seek a literary scene and can’t (or don’t want to) move to New York, hang out at your local bookstore from time to time and attend events at your local library. You may be surprised how many writers you’ll meet, and you don't need to wait for an invitation.
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