Puddin’ ‘N Dab
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011In each city I visited on my book tour, I was shepherded around by an “escort,” whose job it was to get me from A to B, to make sure I didn’t fail to show up at the venue (radio or TV station, market or bookstore) that expected me. This was a smart hire on the part of my publisher. I have trouble finding the elevator in a hotel, let alone a TV station in an unfamiliar city. Left to my own devices and Avis, I’d have ended up in a neighboring state.
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