My book is winging its way to Canada with my new friends, Penny Steele (L) and Judy Kiffman (R).Lovely ladies who were on their way to Nordstrom Rack.
Girls, I hope you found some great clothes and I hope you enjoy my book!
Here I am with more new friends whom I met on Michigan Avenue last week. They are (left to right): Connie Mundo from Las Vegas, Sharon Alfirevec from Homer Glen, me (the street walker) and Frances Arvia from Orland Park. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of Joanne Foster, also from Homer Glen, but someone had to take the picture!
introduction!
I decided to go out on Michigan Ave. last week and give away a few copies of my book. My idea was to find some tourists, so it would travel across the country, just to get people reading it and hopefully talking about it. So I put a sticker on the books that said "Free Copy...all you have to do is promise to pass this along to someone else after you've read it," and then I went over to the Hancock and looked for a victim. I saw a man and woman walking on the plaza. He was on the phone, she was a little behind him. So I approached her and asked if they were from Chicago. Turns out they're from Houston. Perfect. So I told her I wrote this book and I don't have a big publisher behind me and so I'm promoting it myself and I'd give her a signed copy if she would promise to give it to someone else when she was finished.
Friends of mine went into Starbucks the other day and saw a woman sitting at a table drinking her coffee, reading a book. The book looked familiar so Tracy went up and asked if she could see what she was reading, and guess what it was? MY BOOK!!! The only thing that would make this story more exciting is if I was the one who saw a complete stranger reading my book.
Okay, I don't know where they came up with the goofy name but we saw them last night at the Chicago Theatre - Michael McDonald, Donald Fagen and Boz Skaggs - and I don't use this word as lightly as most people these days, but they were awesome.
Walking down the street I got to a crosswalk where a car stopped and just sat there. It was a stop sign, no one was coming the other way. So I started across, thinking, "Do you have to sit in the middle of the fucking crosswalk?" But apparently I said it out loud because a young woman who was just behind me laughed. She said, "Sometimes you just have to let off steam." I apologized for my language and she said, "Oh, you're so cute."
Okay, so maybe Jane Fonda can get away with wearing ripped-up jeans, an off-the-shoulder blouse and a funky fedora, at 72.
It seems like smokers are getting younger and younger, doesn't it?
Okay, I'll jump down off my soapbox in a sec, but aren't they supposed to be farther than 15 feet from a building entrance? So how come I have to walk through a haze of smoke when I go over to the Hancock? And what do those idiots (oops, sorry Bill!) think happens to all those cigarette butts they so blithely throw on the ground? Pigeons don't eat those.