My copies of Overheard While Hiding From the Sun came today, thanks to a mail carrier who generously came back around, interrupting her route (in the snow!), when she realized I was home to sign the slip.
That was an above-and-beyond move, but it prompts me to also declare my appreciation of mail carriers doing what they usually do. MAIL CARRIER APPRECIATION FOR LIFE, and I'm not just saying that because the great James McShane did that work our second winter in Providence. (The two descriptors he used most often were "tiring" and "cold.") This is a public thank you to everyone who has ever brought me a package with a book in it, or brought a copy of one of my books to someone else.