Earlier this week (Monday, Sept. 17) I shared an evening with more than 100 fellow Germanophiles at the St. Louis County Library Headquarters. I did about 30 minutes of readings and then took another 30 minutes of questions from people who really knew their stuff.
Then it was back to the signing table, where I autographed 28 copies of Beer, Brats, and Baseball: St. Louis Germans. Two people followed me to the parking lot so they could buy copies of my first book, Hoosiers and Scrubby Dutch: St. Louis’s South Side I kept in my car.
It was my idea of fun, and made all those long slogging months of writing worthwhile. The best part of all was the program called me a “historian.” That’s an honor. How about that, Bob?