Subtract 30 seconds from my 15 minutes of fame: In the Italian deli with family friends. An old woman walks up to where I stand filling a cup at the soda dispenser.
She (suspicious): “Did you write a book about this town?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am.”
She (triumphant): “I knew you did. My grandson said you talked to his class at the high school but didn’t remember your name.”
Me: “Yes, that was for the novel. Have you seen my nonfiction book?”
She: “No.” She walks away, mission accomplished and no further interest.
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