Ten different places...

Last night, I was hoping to shake myself loose from some of the awfulness of the past week. So I had my son drop me off at a writers' meeting over in East Syracuse.

It was another of those meetings in the back room of a public library. Which could be exciting if you'd turn down the lights, throw a little sawdust on the floor and spill a beer or two.

But it turns out it was only their second meeting. And that this town is small enough that you're gonna run into the same bloated egos in ten different places.

Which I guess was interesting, in a bizarre sort of way. But I don't think that I'll be going back. Because you haven't really shaken loose if you don't end up free...