An apology to those I let down . . .

 

I want to apologize to a couple of folks who had set up tentative plans for me to shoot photos during Pennsic for donations to the EK Travel Fund.

 

Things just got really overwhelming at Pennsic, and I missed several appointments. I apologize for that. Sometimes I just try to do too much.

I will be in contact to make amends.

 

The Calontiri in the grocery store

This is life in the Liamverse.

No shit, there I was, standing in the Hannaford in Greenwich (GREEN-wich -- the high school teams are the witches), waiting for Alethea to finishing getting her prescription, the $5.99 steamed lobster and her seltzer.

I see this barrel-chested guy, no taller than me, walk by with a "Got Mead?" t-shirt.

Now, we are right next to one of the big honey supply houses, and a lot of folks up here harvest their own honey, but this guy looked familiar.

As he passed, I turned and saw a tattoo on the back of his calf. As my eyes followed him, the woman next to me, eyed me and said, "Liam?"

I looked at her, lookedf at him and said, "Sir Dirk?"

Hugs followed.

Amelia, his lady, grew up one town over from where I live, but had no idea I was up here. Turns out, I drive past her parents' house on the way to work every day.

Me: "So, did you go to Pennsic?"

Dirk: "No, we came here."

[Laughter]

My phone rings, and I excuse myself, pick it up and say into it, "Hi! I am standing here in a grocery in New York with Dirk."

There was laughter on the other end, from susuile, laughter that was coming from Calontir.

Then my wife came by, got introduced and called me a freak of nature.

Yeah, random Calontiri in the grocery store.

I love my life.