The only bummer of the whole weekend was the car ride down to Falmouth. We should’ve left the house earlier than we did, got stuck in terrible traffic, and missed the 1:30 ferry to Edgartown. While in traffic, I drove Lisa crazy by singing “Dogtag” by the Bottomless Pit (former Silkworm members) the whole way down. We managed to catch the 4pm ferry. Cue pictures:
We hit Edgartown at 5:15ish, and I rolled my loud luggage over the brick sidewalks, through the throngs of black dog tee shirt clad tourists to the Point Way Inn. Huge thanks to Debbie and staff at the Point Way, which is a former hotel turned private residence, however, Debbie graciously allows visiting artists to stay for free. Beautiful place. A few of the festival’s authors were staying there, and we saw Kathy Baker leaving as we were entering.
Because we’d caught the late ferry, we missed most of the Saturday night panel, which was a discussion of the future of journalism. We did managed the trek across the island to Chilmark via cab in time for the reception. We met Suellen Lazurus (the book festival’s guru) Steve Fisher the Indie bookstore guru, (so that’s two gurus for those keeping score), and Susan, who is the owner of the Edgartown bookstore. Susan, apparently, has an addiction to smelling babies, one that seemed to be quite troublesome! Regardless, we loved her and her bookstore. Here’s me loitering at her bookstore:
We hitched a ride back to the Inn with Bob the sound guy, who had once been Alice Cooper’s publicist. School’s out forever.
Back in Edgartown, Lisa and I had a great dinner at Chesca’s, narrowly avoided being sprayed by a skunk, and took a triage phone call from my brother, who was in the hospital due to an injury incurred while babysitting my kids. Dan got a baseball in the mouth. Much blood and stitches. I have a picture, but will spare the gore.
Sunday was the festival itself. We, regrettably, missed Henry Louis Gates speak at 11am, but did manage to see Patricia Sullivan (author of Lift Every Voice: The NAACP and the Making of the Civil Rights movement), who was quite simply, a riveting speaker, along with Stephen Tractenberg, the former president of George Washington University, who was very witty.
Then it was my turn in the tent. Big thanks to those to listened to me read and prattle. Pictures!
Not quite sure what I’m saying to Plum TV here. Make up your own caption if you’re bored.
Thanks again to Suellen, Debbie, Susan, and everyone else for the great weekend