This year, Steve and I were able to stay for the Saturday night shrimp, crab, and crawfish feed that Tina, one of the organizers, always puts on for the presenters. As the night wore on, F. Paul Wilson started strumming the guitar; a motley crew sang along. And then Tina--who's been battling cancer with a courage and grace that awes me--dragged out her wigs and charmed everyone into posing in them for pictures. Since I don’t have their permission, I’m not going to post the photos I took of some of the other authors. But this one of Steve looking like an aging hippy is just too good not to share.
I guess it's only fair that I suffer the same fate, so here’s you-know-who in a red wig.
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What can I say? I love this conference!
6 comments:
Steve must love you very much to allow you to put that pic up on your blog. Man how he must love you. I mean really really really love you.
Actually, Charles, he kinda reminded me of this other guy I know with a beard and long hair...
Actually, my first thought was, "Charles got a BOB?!?!?!?!"
Charles,
I really really really do. Also, I learned a long time ago (an advantage to being old) that it is foolish to take yourself too seriously. It is best to join the rest of the world when they laugh at you and enjoy the joke.
Steve
At first I thought, "Hey, Charles managed to get to the conference after all!" Then on closer inspection...it's a REALLY different look for Steve. Maybe he could try working undercover in it. Research for the next thriller, maybe....
Thanks for the laugh!
Well I have a feeling that either Steve or I should feel insulted. But I'm just not sure which. ;)
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