I figured it was a fluke.
I bravely agreed to go back, coaxed with promises of scotch, Crimebake and visiting the ICA.
I slithered into South Station with Barbara Poelle in pursuit of Art.
Here is the first thing we saw:
BARBARA'S Bestsellers!
Not Janet's!
Not Boston's!
Not even A Whole Lottas.
No. Barbara's Bestsellers.
That's IT Boston, we are finished.
Keep your art.
Keep your fabulous writing conferences.
I'm grabbing my broom and flying home.
Harumph.
4 comments:
Phew! I thought you were going to do a post about how you ran into my mom.
Hey! Barb's Bestseller's has some nifty little books - saved my rear a few times with those long acela rides to NYC and beyond ;^)
And hey - she's an Indie! Peace, Linda
I agree with Janet. Boston, Bah Humbug...
Say it isn't so! This stone's-throw-from-Beantown chick hearts all things Boston *and* Janet Reid's blog. Worlds are colliding, but it needs to be in a good way!
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