Well, as I type this, it's 12:15 a.m. on April 2. I'm sitting at Larry Santoro's house. Larry is the author of JUST NORTH OF NOWHERE, a novel we debuted at the World Horror Convention this past weekend. I'd never been to Canada and, while being detained at the border for an hour totally sucked, I found Canada to be a place I'd want to visit again. It was beautiful up there, and the cultural and asthetic differences between Canada and the USA were both subtle and stunning.
I'm tired right now, but I promise to leave a longer blog later this week.
Tomorrow, I return to southern Illinois. My son, Darrien, turns five years old tomorrow, and that's something I wouldn't miss for the world.
later, Roger
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