Happy birthday, Greg! If you were here right now, we’d put a birthday candle in your dog-gnawed roll.
Do you remember your very first visit to The Compound? It was in November 2005, when Borders set up a benefit signing for us at Meteor to raise money to send to NOLA post-Katrina. You had a couple of Scotty books to sign (and that weekend, Tim and I proofread the galleys of Mardi Gras Mambo for you, I think), at least two Chanse books, and others including Midnight Thirsts and Shadows of the Night. We were signing at least two TJB novels as well as The Deal and the newly released Three Fortunes in One Cookie (RIP, little takeout cover).
I’m not sure that we raised a significant amount of money, but your visit and all the other good things it led to over the years bring to mind “it’s an ill wind that blows no good.” Lots of visits between New Orleans and Houston, good times in Manhattan, book signings, connections for us all to new writers who’ve filled our anthologies and become our friends–I won’t thank the hurricane, but those things are reassurance that we can rise above and move past adversity.
And so–onward, to celebrations like birthdays and more books!