Old Town Albuquerque
The Old Town Plaza in Albuquerque is a terrific place to visit. Dozens of shops crowd around a central plaza. Crowds of locals and tourists walk about, some with destinations and others apparently checking things out. When I arrived, a Mexican band was setting up for a wedding. The gazebo in the plaza is a popular site for such functions. Treasure House Books, my destination For a signing, is located on one side of the plaza. Luckily, I was able to park my motorcycle close by.
It turned out to be a terrific day, and I enjoyed getting to know John Hofsis, his father and their clientele. John takes pride in knowing his clients and their reading preferences. He had read my book, liked it, and was effective in steering people who would like my book toward the table where I sat to do the signing. Everything went well, and I had a great day.
One more stop in Amarillo, and I was on my way home. I have to say, the people at Hastings in Amarillo treated me wonderfully. I can't thank them enough. I also have to say, knowing Lesley and our home had been through a flood, I was more than ready to ride in earnest. By that I mean laying some miles down. From Amarillo to New York in three days. With weather promising to get worse the day after I got home, I pushed things a bit and rode seven hundred thirty five miles my last day out. It should have been a little shorter, but some of the roads were washed out, and I had to take a detour in New York. The good thing was, I made it home safe and sound, and Lesley even had dinner waiting. It felt like more than the end of another trip. It felt like the completion of an oddesy.
A few days rest would have been good, but that was not to be. I was astounded at the amount of damage the stream had done to our property, and the clean-up in the cellar couldn't wait. In addition,I decided to build a shed to house the things I took out of the cellar and didn't want to put back. With the days filled with projects, all rush items, I can't tell if I've been back a week or a month. I hope however, at this point, to find a little more time for the business of writing. That includes getting ready for a presentation at Huntington Memorial Library in Oneonta on the seventeenth and catching up on some of the things I want to talk about on my blog. I was unable to post pictures on my trip as readily as I had expected, and I have some I want to share. I also want to do a piece on lessons learned and vision gained. I hope you'll join me for them.
The Old Town Plaza in Albuquerque is a terrific place to visit. Dozens of shops crowd around a central plaza. Crowds of locals and tourists walk about, some with destinations and others apparently checking things out. When I arrived, a Mexican band was setting up for a wedding. The gazebo in the plaza is a popular site for such functions. Treasure House Books, my destination For a signing, is located on one side of the plaza. Luckily, I was able to park my motorcycle close by.
It turned out to be a terrific day, and I enjoyed getting to know John Hofsis, his father and their clientele. John takes pride in knowing his clients and their reading preferences. He had read my book, liked it, and was effective in steering people who would like my book toward the table where I sat to do the signing. Everything went well, and I had a great day.
One more stop in Amarillo, and I was on my way home. I have to say, the people at Hastings in Amarillo treated me wonderfully. I can't thank them enough. I also have to say, knowing Lesley and our home had been through a flood, I was more than ready to ride in earnest. By that I mean laying some miles down. From Amarillo to New York in three days. With weather promising to get worse the day after I got home, I pushed things a bit and rode seven hundred thirty five miles my last day out. It should have been a little shorter, but some of the roads were washed out, and I had to take a detour in New York. The good thing was, I made it home safe and sound, and Lesley even had dinner waiting. It felt like more than the end of another trip. It felt like the completion of an oddesy.
A few days rest would have been good, but that was not to be. I was astounded at the amount of damage the stream had done to our property, and the clean-up in the cellar couldn't wait. In addition,I decided to build a shed to house the things I took out of the cellar and didn't want to put back. With the days filled with projects, all rush items, I can't tell if I've been back a week or a month. I hope however, at this point, to find a little more time for the business of writing. That includes getting ready for a presentation at Huntington Memorial Library in Oneonta on the seventeenth and catching up on some of the things I want to talk about on my blog. I was unable to post pictures on my trip as readily as I had expected, and I have some I want to share. I also want to do a piece on lessons learned and vision gained. I hope you'll join me for them.
