Hey Monkey Boy! Let go of that kid!

I am back after the weekend to Huntington, West Virginia, held at their local convention center, and it was a good one. The book festival went well; I met a lot of people, sold a few books, signed a few autographs, took a few pictures, and didn't get arrested. I know this might surprise some of you, but aside from taking pictures with my digital camera as I drove, I didn't do a whole lot of dumb stuff. Not too shabby. eh? The highlight of the festival was meeting and talking with some excellent, national, award-winning authors, some of which which include: Karen Harper, Lynn Hightower, Craig Johnson, and Asra Nomani. One in particular, Jeannette Walls, is a writer with a New York Times best seller. Currently, her memoir, The Glass Castle, is number 6 on the New York Times best seller list. Actually, the highlight was when she purchased a copy of my book! It would be nice if she likes it enough to mention it or something. Either way, I am quite excited to go to another book festival.

Me sitting at the signing table with best selling author Jeannette Walls.

The scenic drive through Kentucky was pretty cool, since even though I am a native Kentuckian, I rarely get to go through the particular area I needed to go through to get to Huntington, so that was cool. Huntington was small but a pretty cool town. It seemed there were tons of young people. There were a lot of males riding their crotch rockets (motorcycles), a lot more females wearing little clothing being followed by males on their crotch rockets (still talking motorcycles…I think). I am sure they have their share of weirdoes, but fortunately I didn't encounter many, except for the nutters dressed up in animal costumes. Hopefully, they had intricate systems inside their suit which continuously funneled peppermint schnapps into their mouths while walking around. That would at least explain why they electively chose to dress up like that.

Here are some more pics! Although tempting, I decided to pass on BV's recommendation of a wife beater underneath the sport coat. That would have been sweet, I got to admit! Plus, it it tough to find a tank-top with sequins AND in my size these days. Instead, I decided to wear a button-down shirt. I even wore tan socks! Wow, am I becoming responsible and adult-like? I better do something fun and completely immature at the next one.

Any suggestions?


Tony Hillerman Award winner Craig Johnson.


Scenic Kentucky countryside


I am speechless.