Last night, after traipsing around the Museum of Natural History and Central Park, Laurie and I took the train down to the Village.

It was a good time–an enthusiastic audience and a whole lotta wonderful poems. And my friends Billy and Maureen came–so good to catch up, if only for an hour or two and only part way.

Then we all went to dinner and shared stories of Austen, Paris, Rotterdam, and Patterson.