Chapter 51
So much for my wish for an easy life on a Bookshelf.
After a tranquil, if humid, summer in New York, I’m saying goodbye to my friends in Samantha’s study. But I’ll be back in a few weeks and then my traveling days will be well and truly behind me.
“There’s such a lot of world to see, kid,” says Old Blue Eyes’ Biography. “And don’t worry. Once you get up there, where the air is rarefied, you’ll just glide, starry eyed.”
“Thanks, Old Blue Eyes,” I say, thinking I understand him for once. “But I’ve flown a few times. And trust me, there’s nothing rarefied about the air. It’s stale and re-circulated.”
“You’re really going to Minnesota?” asks The Compendium of Midwestern Writers, recently relocated from Samantha’s office at the University.
“Yes!” I say. “Back home. Well, almost
