Werewolves out in the World part III
If you want to peel back the days:
And, would wait to post this until Monday or Tuesday, but the cool pics keep stacking up. If I wait any longer, this post won’t load. So, without me making this post any longer with boring words, let’s get to the snapshots:
Mongrels isn’t only with a book about the Black Hills, but . . . see how that’s where this wolf is going? He knows where’s good. He knows where matters.
And, way east of South Dakota (or, guess that snap was actually FROM Montana), here’s some NYC fun:
Freaking out is the proper response, actually. And, this is . . . “McNally Jackson?” Whatever exactly that means? (Sorry, I’m a bumpkin from the country, there’s still frost on the pumpkins, all that).
And, dig this hashtag, yeah?
I mean, I dig the hashtag. And the weekend plans.
And here’s one of my friends from the wayback—and still—in Lubbock, Texas:
Especially cool as I’m right-now reading My Best Friend’s Exorcism, and I’m so anxious to finally get to Hex. And I’ve already got The Fireman in my head, and heart.
Also, does everybody know about yo-yos and novels, and I’m just late to the game?
None of my yo-yos were ever that cool, anyway. Also, most of mine came from the gas station rack already broke. Like, they’d loop out from my finger, but then never come back like I was always hearing’s cool.
I’ve had various broken hula hoops and roller skates, too. And more than a few faulty throwing knives.
Litsy, though, Litsy always works:
And, this is about the coolest honor, to be in the same shot as Wonder Woman:
Going to Houston tomorrow for Mongrels, I’ll be wearing one of my Wonder Woman shirts, just because of this.
Dude, honored, thank you.
And, always cool to see my ex-students around and about. And, glad it’s a leopard- or cheetah-print blanket, not a wolfskin:
And, this part 3 started in the Dakotas, so it’s kind of fitting to end there, yeah?