(Okay, okay: it's a decent place to settle and a nice place to raise kids (I assume)—but the politics out here are seriously messed up and moreover, I'm hardwired to hate all suburbia everywhere. Call it a longstanding habit.)
Anyway, thanks to my buddy Genene, I got to peek in on Rachel and the folks from Anderson's Bookshop prior to her talk at the Tivoli. At a small store next to the theater, they had formed an assembly line setup for Maddow to sign copies of her book on our ever-growing/out-of-control military industrial complex, Drift.
Two things:
1. The folks at Anderson's were deadly serious about getting those books signed—I haven't seen such stoic, determined efficiency since my short-lived stint in my high school's color guard.
(Those bitches with the flags were so not fooling around.)
2. Madds (that's what I call her in my head) was her usual cheery self, even pausing to look up from her signing and smile at us.
I wanted to throw myself at her feet and shout, "Please either move your show to Chicago so I can work for you or take me with you back to civilization!"
But I figured I wouldn't be the first to do that, so I restrained myself.
Looking forward to reading her book...
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