So, hey, how was that 20 hour trip from Ireland to Seattle? 
Well, it was 20 hours, so, well, not so good, but there are worse places to end up than Seattle, especially a Seattle where, for once, it doesn't seem to be raining on me. Not that it ever rained on me personally in Seattle, by which I mean that I wasn't the only one walking around with a cloud over his head while everyone else basked in sunshine, but it does tend to be a bit damp, and given that Dublin has experienced its worst rainfall in a century, and I spent Monday night using a bucket to keep filthy water out of our basement, well, an absence of rain is rather nice...
Gosh, that was a long sentence, wasn't it? Nice punctuation, though.
Still, once again in Seattle, the Seattle Mystery Bookshop has done me proud: lots of books, lots of nice people to greet, and cookies and caramels cooked by the very kind Gina. And, hey, so what if the staff like to keep me grounded, and maybe I don't get the kind of fawning that a man of my considerable ego might desire. That's good, right?
And I'll be back to them, of course.
Not anytime soon, but I'll be back...
Seriously, lovely people. Just don't show them any signs of weakness. They'll be on you like wolves...
John 
The Books - -
Their Author - -
The T-Shirt and Buttons...
And John Picks the winners for the two shirts he gave us to give away. Alister and Wende were the lucky winners!
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