I didn't have any luck selling books last evening at the Santa Rosalia Feast on 18th Avenue, the setting for my novel, Killing. I had only one serious inquiry, from a young man, and I sense I didn't sell the book intelligently. For whatever reason, I wasn't in a positive frame of mind. Perhaps it showed. A lot of people stared my way, but that doesn't do any good unless a person has a photographic memory. The most disappointing aspect of the night was being ignored by a Facebook "friend," who was with a large group, some of whom I recognized from the pictures she posts. She attended Lafayette H.S. in the mid to late 70's, when I was an assistant football coach. I know she saw me, as she quickly averted her gaze when she spotted me. I won't speculate as to why. She passed in either direction several times. I won't un-friend her, although her posts are sometimes scary, as she is constantly feuding with and threatening other women in colorful language. I guess it shows how shallow such "friendships" actually are. The highlight of the evening was the sight of a dude who had his cat, standing tall, perched atop his head. His companion had a large, dark red bird on his shoulder. It was as beautiful a color as could be. Observing the crowd, I wondered if there are more people with than without tattoos these days.
The heat returned with a vengeance this afternoon. It was hot even beneath the tree in front of the Chase Bank at Bay Parkway and 85th Street. I had just come from my buddy Bags' house, where he played country star Jason Aldean's latest hit, which had a line about a pretty girl whose toes are on the dashboard. Sure enough, a van pulled up and there was a pretty girl on the passenger side in that classic pose. I love it when things like that happen, although I wasn't too happy about the heat the idling vehicle was giving off. That was a constant today, as people left their cars and AC running while they visited the bank. Couldn't blame 'em. Bags, a paraprofessional (pretentious term for teachers' aide), is facing the unhappy prospect of returning to work Tuesday. I remember the feeling well, as I too was a Para in the late '70's. As soon as school begins the staff looks to the calendar to see when the Jewish holidays fall. Even a nine-week break is not enough! Such is human nature.
My thanks to regulars Bad News Billy and Maryann, who bought books today.
Visit Vic’s sites:
Vic’s Third Novel (Print or Kindle): http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic’s Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic’s Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic’s 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic’s 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic’s Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
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