My cousin and I went to the book festival two or three years ago. I don’t remember why I didn’t make it last year, but I suspect that it had to do with my foot surgery.
My cousin and I decided to discuss the plan for the weekend ahead of time. It was too much to discuss by text, so we decided to go with the old fashioned phone call. So, the scheduling auction began. Can’t call before 3, since we’re working. Can’t call on Wednesday since there’s dress rehearsal after 6 pm and she’s busy earlier. Friday is the show, so that left Thursday at 4, but until 5:45 was ok. Great! Schedule it!
We had a loose plan. Sometimes we will be together, sometimes going to different talks and meeting up afterward. We decided to meet at the Bart station.
This morning, I was about to leave to catch the train when my daughter came downstairs and announced her intention to leave for the day. I asked her to drop me off at the station that was close to where she was going, to cut some time off my journey. She agreed, and I remembered the tickets at the last minute, and found my phone in my pocket after looking for it for ten minutes.
I got onto the train and didn’t realize that I was on the wrong line. I realized it two stops past where I was supposed to transfer. I got off the train and started to try to figure out where I’m headed. I am assuming I looked as confused as I was, since someone pointed to the stairs for me. I thanked him and told him where I was supposed to be. He told me which train I needed, which was a great help.
Train delays. Great. Only fifteen minutes late. We arrived at the festival in time to get our wristbands and we made it to the first planned talk. Unfortunately, my camera decided to not to take the photo of the author and interviewer. Kwame Onwuachi talked about his book and the struggles he’s faced as a young black chef. The book sounds interesting.
After the talk we decided to walk around and grabbed lunch before the next talk.
The second talk we heard was from an author who posed under cover as a prison guard in Louisiana. Shane Bauer talked about his experience and his book. I need to read American Prison. It’s on my library list now.
The third talk was Adam Hochschild. I hadn’t read any of his books, but my cousin was interested. We got there just as they ran out of seats. We got to hear him speak and I added his books to my library list.
We headed back early, since it was an exhausting day already. I found (this article) on the founding of the festival.
It was an uneventful ride home, other than I made progress on Daisy Jones and the Six. I got into pjs as soon as I got home. Another big day tomorrow.