McKenna here, reporting in for Terry on the Duarte Festival of Books while he tries to sort out some sleep-pattern issues. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m the hero in the McKenna Mysteries. I’m what Terry calls an amateur sleuth. Tell you what, I’ll let him have that one because the sun’s not up yet.
So, today is the festival in Duarte that the Friends of the Library sponsor to celebrate books and raise money for the library. It’s a long drive to Duarte from San Diego and it will begin with manly man hug from his buddy Brae Wyckoff for the drive up. On the way up, they’ll make a stop in Fallbrook to pick up that hot little British writer, Jenny Hilborne. With any luck at all, she’ll cop another quick feel when we meet.
In Rolling Stone, playwright/writer/actor Sam Shepard described Duarte as a “weird accumulation of things, a strange kind of melting pot – Spanish, Okie, Black, Midwestern elements all jumbled together. People on the move who couldn’t move anymore, who wound up in trailer parks.” Okay, so we’re going to this melting pot to talk books. And speaking of books and a melting pot, Terry’s going to be sharing a table with another San Diego author, Matt Coyle—who must have some sort of covert arrangement with Vroman’s Bookstore because he’s been talking about making trips between their table and the bookstore. . .sounds fishy to me. And then there will be the other members of the Murder, We Wrote group of authors. They’re reuniting for the day in Duarte. There are lots of panels and Terry’s on one of them to talk about “Who Dunnit?” Personally, I think his best bet is to sit back, shut up, and let me do the talking. We all know he’s not the fastest car on the track. Terry says he’s going to take pictures and twit or tweet them, but once he starts fumbling around with his equipment, well, we all know how that goes. Enough of this, it’s off to Duarte. Aloha, McKenna.
