Who says you can’t go home again?

I did just that last week when I visited the San Carlos Library, my old childhood haunt. It’s where I went for the A/C in the summer, where I spent frantic last minutes searching through card catalogs for research papers due the next day, where I pretty much left everyone else in the dust during the reading contests (she said modestly).

I have to admit, having a reading at 1 pm in the afternoon on a Friday made me nervous. The librarian told me that maybe five people would come. That seemed reasonable for the time. She said few people had been coming to the events, even the kid read-aloud. With heedless optimism, we put out six chairs.

Then more people showed up. We added another row.

More people. Another row.

I started counting and got to 24. By the time I began my talk, promptly at 1 pm, every seat in the room was filled and people were sitting on the benches on the side. I think there were at least 30.

One reader took the afternoon off work and drove all the way down from Orange County. She was going to have to drive back up in Friday traffic! Now, that’s dedication!

Kudos also to the Mission Times Courier, the community monthly, which promoted the event.

My 8th grade English teacher, Ms. Hemric (she says I can call her Carleen now, but old habits) sat in the front row. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Ekins, showed up. Mrs. Ekins sent a graduation card to everyone she taught, somehow tracking down addresses and everything.

Note: I’ll be at a couple more San Diego events soon, and am also heading up to Bakersfield. Check my events page for more details.