Last night I spoke at the Filson Historical Society in Louisville. It was fun. For me, the best moment was when they realized that I had no belt. No place to hang the microphone. The tech said to me, "You don't have pockets?" Dude, welcome to women's clothing. It's not about convenience.
Miriam selflessly sacrificed her grosgrain ribbon belt so I could tie it on myself and thus achieve proper amplification. Problem solved.
But anywaaaay...there I was, in the downstairs reception room and who did I see? Why, it's Daniel Boone. It's the portrait on the cover of John Mack Faragher's biography, a book I assigned this year to my biography seminar.