Weather has suddenly gotten springy in Minneapolis, and my wife and I couldn’t have picked a better afternoon to go to the western suburb of Wayzata for a reading/signing, dinner, a walk along the lake, ice cream, and then meeting the book club back at the book store.
I was glad that the weather warmed itself to accommodate the homecoming of Anne Ursu and the first-time-ever visit to Minneapolis by Tina Wexler, my fantabulous agent, for The Loft Literary Center’s Festival of Children’s and Young Adult Writing and Illustration.
I did my bit about web presence, but better yet was reading with Anne and Lynne Jonnell at the end of the days festivities, meeting and talking to various other area authors, and getting score updates from Carrie to the effect that the Twins were clinching their first series win of the season by trouncing the Angels.
My friends know that there’s been a void in my life since Torii Hunter became an Angel, but Jason Kubel is teaching me how to love again. On Friday he smacked a grand slam to complete the cycle and take the lead in a game the Twins went on to win after trailing by five runs at the beginning of the same inning. It’s the kind of thing where, if you wrote it in a book, nobody would believe it. He came right back the next day and got a bunch of hits and batted in a couple of runs and scored a few more.