Highlights from my time in Boise: A reading at the beautiful shop, Rediscovered Books, in downtown. A gentleman asked me, following the reading, to sign his motorcycle helmet. He was an ex-miner from Butte.
Then — on August 3rd — by serendipitous coincidence, Gillian Welch was playing in town — at the Egyptian Theatre, no less. She was terrific, on the last date of her American tour for Summer 2012.
I also saw the car — a bright green 1939 Dodge coupe — that I am clearly supposed to buy, and drive forever, until End of Days.
In Twin Falls, I found “Novel Writing” Magazine. If only I’d known it existed. I would have been able to publish this novel so much sooner.
Highways/highways/highways.
Oh what a delightful series of events! And swell photos too. (But now I have a typically melancholy “built to spill” song, twin falls, in my head-that can’t have heard for a decade-.) Hope your travels continue to go well.
Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho is my oldest memory.