Two readings in two days, lots of lonely driving in unfamiliar places, and a newfound trust in the navigating skills of Sweet Google-Ann's disembodied GPS voice. I sold out of Same Old Story, people seem to really like the western Pennsylvania poems, and my friend Bill says I should get black t-shirts printed up with my tour dates on the back.

Heading back north today, with a pitstop at the Italian grocery in Portland for discount wine and Sicilian slabs and boxes of cannoli. If you find yourself in need of an emergency poetry reading, just let Google-Ann know.