Something stupid happened yesterday. I got a call from my agent that I was supposed to do the keynote speech at the BookExpo in Chicago. I had completely forgotten this. I stopped at the nearest airport and was picked up by a helicopter. I was late, but I got a standing ovation when I arrived. I adlibbed the whole speech. I got a standing ovation. Right after that I got a lift back to the Catskills and I continued my journey by car.
I didn't get to see Neil Sedaka, but I did see Ronnie Spector perform. She used to sing for the Ronettes(see sidebar). "Be my Baby" and "Baby I love you, I love only you". She aged beautifully, like most brunettes. I bought her CD. I played it all the way home. There is nothing better than driving through the dark, listening to love songs by beauties from the sixties. I had a great time yesterday. Oh yeah, when I got home, Hillary wanted to do it. I didn't. I just wanted to close my eyes and dream away. Don't ask. She's in Washington now.
By the way, a commenter asked about Buddy, my dog. He died two years ago in a traffic accident. I miss the little fellow. A lot. For a long time he was the only one who was happy to see me when I came home. I miss him a lot.
I have a speaking engagement to attend today, so that's what I'm preparing myself for right now.