Well, I get to be travel-free for a few months, anyhow. The older I get, the more I’m like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. There’s just no place like home–or, in my case, homes.
I’ll be working straight through the weekend on “The Rustler”—it’s practically writing itself. I just show up in Stone Creek and record the action as it unfolds around me. I get so caught up in the story that I forget I’m really in Spokane, and it’s 2007, not 1907.
Glimmers of later travels begin to shine in the distance, though. I’m going on two (count ’em) TWO Civil War tours next year, one in June and one in September. The June tour is 6 days long and hits all the major battlefields, the September one follows in the illustrious footsteps of Stonewall Jackson. I can hardly wait!
It looks as though I’ll be going to New York in early December for some meetings, then I’ll head straight for Las Vegas and this year’s National Finals Rodeo. (Truth: I hang out at the western trade shows instead of the rodeo, but I might take in one event this year.)
Meanwhile, though, it’s Stone Creek, 1907.
