My father gave me your first book-he said he thought I'd like the humor. He likes Morris dancing, he's a software engineer, and he likes hiking and folk music and white-water rafting. I showed him the microphone-a cheap affair that one wears around the neck like a leash. We retreated to the side of the stage. Three of my English professors walked in and sat down.
Children are a mistake.
I might as well admit it-I planted that card. If my classmates remember me for nothing besides bringing him there, I am very, very happy. The biggest difference was that it takes place in a ferry off the west coast of Canada. The combined pressure created what looked like so many Popeyes. There were plenty of protesters behind the barricades.