Waiting for Martin

Playing with the digital cam at the Harrisburg train station as I wait for Martin's train to arrive from New York. The snow at this point is mildly hazardous. . .

Waiting, #2

Still snowing. Glad I got to the station early.

Still snowing in Harrisburg

As it turned out, we drove home through the worst conditions I'd ever been out in. Windshield freezing over, terrible visibility, a downright damn-frightening trek back to Lewisburg. Martin confessed the next day that he had been "a little" rattled during the drive.

Back to DC

I'm starting to feel like DC is my adopted home--three readings last year and another one coming up this weekend, at the Lavender Languages Conference at American University. I'll be reading on Saturday with Jeff Mann and Robert Giron, so please say howdy if you're there.