But the best bit was finding the fire department waiting at the town line to escort the band buses home. They heard about their two first place trophies and decided to give them the VIP treatment. The rest of week was stuffed with endless baseball in the endless rain. I don’t know how parents who have more than one kid in more than one sport survive spring.
In the middle of all this, I had to decide whether or not to go to New York for BEA. That's Book Expo America, the publishing industry's biggest event. This year I had a special reason to want to go. My friend Kiki Hamilton was going to be there for her first book signing. Miraculously, my husband could actually take the day off to get the kids to wherever they needed to go. I got my train ticket, registered online and off I went!
The weather was a perfect sunny 80 degrees. I didn’t get lost OR lose my train ticket, BEA registration, cell phone, car keys, parking garage slip or any of the other things I regularly misplace, being the absent minded writer type that I am.
Being in NYC always feels like coming home. Maybe because I grew up in another big city (New Delhi) the energy of a big busy gritty city feels so utterly familiar.