I just returned from listening to Neil Gaiman read at the Fitzgerald. The actual reading and Q&A session only lasted an hour. I waited another two hours to get a book signed. I didn’t even try to get in line; I simply let everyone go ahead and I waited in the little disabled seating section of the theater. There must have been two to three hundred people waiting to get something signed. One of the theater managers led me through a side entrance to the stage once the theater was nearly empty. This was a good thing because I tried going down the aisle from the audience section to the stage and nearly tumbled out of my chair. It was a tad steep. But I managed to get a picture of me and the author, which I’ll post later.
And now I’m off to a small theater on the West Bank to see a puppet show. It’s being put on some friends of one of my nurses. I have a feeling it will be very arty and very earnest. But what the hell. It beats sitting at home.
