… wherever you find it. In this case, this was 6:30 AM last Friday, Terminal G in the O’Hare Airport.
I’m heading to Chicago tomorrow to meet some coworkers and assist on a presentation. While I will miss my children, while I do not like to fly, and while I’d rather be at home in my yoga pants instead of at a rent-an-office in my new flashy duds, I’m going to do what I did when I went to Denver last summer … bring AL with me. Flights tend to inspire me.
Last Saturday, I joined some of the members of my writer’s guild in attending a book signing by William Kent Krueger. A couple of thoughts: 1) The man is a dynamic speaker. This is the second time I’ve seen him speak and he’s just warm and engaging. A great lesson for anyone who wants to make a living at this writing business. 2) He’s warm and engaging. (Yeah – I just said that, but hear me out.) He signed a book for my mother-in-law after his signing and I took the opportunity to ask him about some various writers conferences in the Midwest. His response was gracious and informed. I really enjoyed the opportunity to ask him a “craft” question.
After Krueger’s talk, the Guild retreated to The Staghead – a new “gastropub” in Red Wing. And while I enjoyed some Lake Superior Oatmeal Stout, I ended my afternoon with a cup of coffee. And was presented with this:
I drink my coffee black, but if I’m confronted with a situation where I think the coffee is going to be shit (or basically, if I haven’t made it) I request cream and sugar. This was pretty damn cute and even though the coffee was excellent, I couldn’t help but doctor my coffee accordingly.