Friday, April 18, 2008
Geoff walk with me
First off, I so dig the Pope's snazzy red shoes.
And if you're so inclined, you can go dig an interview I did for fellow writer Geoff Schutt. We talked about writing and John and I was even compelled to make a YouTube for him (see #16--DO NOT buy those potato chips--they are evil!)
It's very strange about John. I won't hear a thing about him for months, then all at once, people from across the globe will contact me about my brother.
The queries are always unrelated.
A man in South Africa asks for a photo to accompany a paper he is writing about John. Another from Australia says he knows John in ways no one can understand and that he intends to join him soon. Readers young and old write to tell me how they were moved by Leaving Las Vegas. Prayers come from the middle of Kansas as well as the Middle East. I send thanks for the kind words, encouragement to young writers and polite notes to the needy cries.
Over the past two weeks, I had a few random queries, then the big Free Times feature and today there is Geoff's interview My inbox is bulging with lots of love and a dose of vitriol as well.
(Hi John. Don't worry. I'll take care of it. I'll take care of it all. Miss you.)