Where to Begin?

Do I blog backward or forward? Kidlitcon first, or Mankato and Maud? We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Tonight: I’m home, I’m tuckered, I’m beaming. I saw Betsy’s house. Tacy’s house. Tib’s house. Carney’s house! The sleeping porch! Winona’s house, with the stone wall she sat upon. Emily’s slough. Mrs. Ray’s brass bowl. The bench at the top of Hill Street. The Big Hill. Little Syria. The Carnegie Library. Maud’s grave. Cab’s too—the real Cab, Jab Lloyd. It was an extraordinary day because I was in the company of the extraordinary Kathy Baxter, who knows, well, everything about Maud Hart Lovelace and the Betsy-Tacy books, and my dear pal Margaret, who took me home and treated me like a queen. And that was just the Mankato day! Kidlitcon was marvelous. I could write about it for a week. I may have to. But not tonight.

Tonight, I’m home.