Dateline: above the garage in Portsmouth RI, 11 October 2004
Back home after our rather exhausting trip, with several of us sick but at least the house is in decent shape.
Can't say the same for the Packers, since they've given up 27 points in the first half!
But, in clinging desperately to my theory that the Packers always suck when my own life is going well, let me announce that I've come to an agreement with G.P. Putnam's Sons on the second book as of last Friday. Only oral at this point, but we'll soon exchange a simple piece of paper recounting this agreement, with the formal one coming several weeks later (along with the first chunk of the advance).
Gawd! I shouldn't written that! As soon as I typed the sentence Favre threw an INT!
Will confess that I've spent a lot of time (some of it quite testy) with my kids all weekend, and no time reading any papers, so no stories to blog.
Instead I'll offer two things:
■The eulogy I wrote but never delivered for my friend Roger Haney
■Reviewing the Reviews (another tribe of Amazons--mid-September through early October)
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