Dear patrons of Bloomsbury Books, Ashland, OR,
I’m sorry, I won’t be there Friday night. In a case of a rude intrusion of real life stupidity on the world of book promotion, my wife’s wallet was stolen at a gas station in Flint, Michigan this last Saturday. The thief charged the cards to the limits (at gas stations, mostly) before we discovered the loss. And, of course, that was the money I was using to rent a car and stay in hotels in San Fran and Ashland (actually, Medford).
Now, don’t fret. We’ll get the money back – just not in time to make the trip (actually 7 to 10 business days).
It’s a stupid, asinine, ridiculous thing – moreso as I had to cancel a flight that was already booked. But as an actor and an author with a young son, I don’t have much in the way of reserves for idiocy like this.
So if someone ever offers to gas up your car on their credit card in exchange for cash, ask to see their ID. We gotta figure that’s what the person was doing – either that, or he had a super-tanker that he was filling up along the strip off of US-23.
To make it up to the lovely people at Bloomsbury, I have offered to sign and personalize copies for anyone who comes into the store and orders one, then send it to the store for pick up. And anyone who wants to have a phone book discussion or an IM chat, I’m up for it. As a way of saying I’m sorry. It’s just life, intruding.
Thank you, and believe me to be,
Very truly yours,
David Blixt
