Friday night's launch of Sand Sharks at Quail Ridge Books and Music felt almost like a family reunion.
Instead of Aunt Sally’s molded Jell-O salad or Uncle Henry’s chili, we had brie topped with fig preserves and some very nice wine, courtesy of Jim Olson. Instead of cousins (although several came), there were long-time friends, neighbors, and new readers who drove in from as far as South Carolina, Virginia, and the mountains of North Carolina. The signing line was long, but no one seemed to mind. And just as at a family reunion, I heard several people say to each other, “Well, see you this time next year.”
Below: Sarah Shaber introduces me; Kaye Barley drove in from Boone; the store was standing room only by 7:30