So I think the speech at the Writer’s banquet went all right. I ended up speaking significantly longer than the Pulitzer Prize winning featured speaker . . . whoops. Ah well. The high school kids seemed to like me well enough.
I could not believe that Val included this at the end of my little intro: “…and once, on a long road trip, out of sheer boredom and morbid curiosity, he wrote a blues song about necrophilia.”