I didn't take a single picture on the way to Baltimore or while I was there. The only visual souvenir I have is a sketch of me that Joe Giardano did while I was reading. I'll take that, along with the hugs with Baltimore & DC friends, the laughter I got during my reading, the enchantingly gray New Jersey Turnpike (I'm not joking: I love its endless monochrome; I can keep going forever is what it feels like, a Midwestern sense that the road keeps going & going).
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