Vancouver, which is as far west as these two Choos are going, was a refreshing climatic change. It definitely put the spring back in us two chickens, despite our clearly failing health. There was a good turnout at the Short Line Reading series, held at the Railway Club. Did somebody plan this thematic synchronicity? Evan?
The folks at Memewar put together a scintillating evening. Writers, if you are going to Vancouver, attending and or reading at one of their events is a must-do. Dodds-N-Tierney were accompanied by the fabulous Chris Ewart (Miss Lamp, Coach House Books).
Earlier that day we had been interviewed by Paul G_____ at CBC. Tierney was phenomenally huge, Dodds was hugely phenomenal. The CBC staff fired their staplers in the air to commemorate our leaving the premises.
We stayed at the lovely Adrienne Gruber’s home (This Is the Nightmare, Thistledown) and were serenaded nightly by Ginsberg. He brought us closer together, but cats can do that.
It was awesome sad to leave that fine town, but Our Nation’s Capital had summoned us to her bosom. And who were Dodds and Tierney not to heed her claxon call. Ottawa’s Writers Festival, HO!
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