I had a great time last night at Salutations, the "Society for Conventional Correspondence." (They're talking about LETTERS. Remember those--from back in the days when Facebook and Twitter didn't exist?)
Those of us participating read a letter we'd received or one we'd written on the topic of travel.
I read my letter to LIbby--the cut version. I'd already sent the full letter to her, but I had it in my computer too--all illustrated--and I left out about three minutes, reading five.
Of course it was about my vegan pilgrimage, and after it was over the two young women you see in this photo told me, "We're with you on the vegan. We're both vegans." So nice to hear!
The guy you see is William, who had a lot of funny things to say about the way we'd imagine Paris. He wanted us to imagine while he read his mother's postcard from Paris:
"Dear William and Michelle. Everyone here speaks French, even the children."
I told him about Jean Cocteau's belief, when he was a child, that people speaking a language other than French on the Metro were just pretending and making it up as they went.
Lovely Alexandra Brown from Chronicle Books was the MC. (They're promoting some physical letter merchandise created by Lea Redmond.)
The person in charge at Green Apple made an announcement about an upcoming community read at
7:00 PM on Friday about the election, or so I thought. But now I think it may just be a discussion of Angela Davis' book Freedom Is a Constant Struggle.
Someone named Ana Lisa read s.t. she wrote about her dad's advice after making 50 flights in less than 3 weeks.
Someone named Erin read a letter from her college boyfriend--very short. (The letter, not the boyfriend as far as I know)
Someone named Erik read a letter he'd written while in Vietnam after rescuing a biker left on the road.
Someone whose name I didn't catch read a funny piece answering the letters to the Corinthians.
For some reason, when he spoke right after me, he presented a riddle: "How do you find a vegan at a dinner party? Don't worry. The vegan will find you."
Someone named Rickie, whose dad writes letters and encloses $125 towards her student debt and a gift card for Whole Foods, read a note her dad wrote her before their trip with her sister to Capetown and the note he wrote following it.
Someone named Matt, who works at Green apple read a letter from 1937--one that had been on The Road Show and included a description of his grandfather's dinner with Amelia Erhardt.,
Alexandra read a letter from her buddy from elementary school; the letter was written from Nicaragua.
William read a brief postcard "The people all here all speak French, even the children" and made lots o funny commentary.
Someone named Ana Lisa read s.t. she wrote about her dad's advice after making 50 flights in less than 3 weeks.
Someone named Erin read a letter from her college boyfriend--very short. (The letter, not the boyfriend as far as I know)
Someone named Erik read a letter he'd written while in Vietnam after rescuing a biker left on the road.
Someone whose name I didn't catch read a funny piece answering the letters to the Corinthians.
For some reason, when he spoke right after me, he presented a riddle: "How do you find a vegan at a dinner party? Don't worry. The vegan will find you."
Someone named Rickie, whose dad writes letters and encloses $125 towards her student debt and a gift card for Whole Foods, read a note her dad wrote her before their trip with her sister to Capetown and the note he wrote following it.
Someone named Matt, who works at Green apple read a letter from 1937--one that had been on The Road Show and included a description of his grandfather's dinner with Amelia Erhardt.,
Alexandra read a letter from her buddy from elementary school; the letter was written from Nicaragua.
William read a brief postcard "The people all here all speak French, even the children" and made lots o funny commentary.
These readings are at the Green Apple annex on 9th Avenue, where le Video was for so many years.
The next topic, coming up around Valentine's Day, will be love.
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