John Burroughs Sighting

I just noticed that I had an invite from John Burroughs yesterday?

Or maybe from somebody promoting him?

Anyway, it was this: http://www.facebook.com/n/?event.php&eid=268890266047&mid=1c921acG4462e6c8G1674290G7

Don't tell me he deleted me because I didn't respond to an invite to a reading somewhere seventeen states from here.

Surely nobody is a "sensitive plant" on FB about things like that.

If so, it's gonna be Deletion City cuz who the hell has the hip waders to even open all that mail.

If you send me an email please draw large pornographic pics on it or SCREEEAAM my name, as I usually find this later as work of archeology....you're down there in the strata.

I'm sure there are settings I could click but No.

Anyway, some of his friends posted his pics.

He's a handsome man. Even with the scruffyesque beard with the graying tips he looks a tad like gay porn icon Colton Ford.

More Lee's type than mine.

If he reads this he'll no doubt be horrified, but one good thing about being a non-person to Blogger is you can pretty much SAY ANYTHING. The people who do show up already know the show's been canceled.

He's doing something at a Dunkin Donuts.

I haven't had a donut in three years. I hate it when Lee brings them in the house (he doesn't do them often either).

But so many people around her rave about MAPLE DONUTS, down Interstate 83 in York or thereabouts.

I think they're nasty.

When I worked at DHL, there were a few Maplephiles.

Nasty nasty donuts.

Don't ever go near the things.

York has a lot of strange preferences.

Like murder. And crack. And chi chi malls.

The restaurants are better down there (with a few exceptions like our Alfred's Victorian) and the prices are cheaper overall in the malls (slightly).

Also, gas is cheaper there. ???

Lee knows York intimately. Lee knows every town intimately. He's one of those people who memorizes maps in a flash and knows ALL the backroads.

One of his favorite tricks when he's driving is to get me thorougly completely lost (but always beautiful backroads with real surprises--some ODD houses built by wealthy people down that way in the rural parts!) and then ask me to tell us how to go home.

I try to dial 911 but he pulls my fingers off the cell phone.

He also knows where all the deer are.

When we first met, we actually used to go spotlighting deer.

Yes, I am a redneck by proxy.

It was fun.

I liked it when the deer just stood there.

Out on Space Highway they are always waiting.

I'm sure I was drunk.

Drunk people like holding spotlights on deer and screaming erotic invitations to them.

The deer showed discretion.

I did not.