A week ago today I was wheeling, white-knuckled, toward Madison for my first Bouchercon, so it is only fitting that today be the last day of my reminiscences about that event. And I had to share some last images, like this one of the teens and their colorful parachute, wafted up and down on the wind, apparently only for the aesthetic enjoyment of Farmer's Market shoppers.
Or this guy, who sold honey and wore a beehive hat to advertise his trade, like someone out of a medieval marketplace (but he did accept modern currency).
Or these lovely ladies who shared lunch with me on Friday at the Mexican Restaurant called Frida's: Kim Reis and friends (Kim or friends, remind me of two more names, because my memory is not as good as it should be).
And of course I had to post my blackmail photo (slightly blurred),of Bill Cameron with a lovely blonde. A thousand dollars in crisp one hundred dollar bills, Bill. Or just some chocolate. Whatever.
So farewell, lovely Madison, and now I must return to the business of writing. And interviewing, of course. Watch this blog for some great author insights.