The afternoon of June 30th, I drove up to North Bennington, Vermont to take part in this year’s Shirley Jackson Day festivities. It’s been about a quarter of a century since I’ve visited the Green Mountain state, and I forgot how lovely a place it is, and immediately regretted that I would be there for only a few hours. Somewhat ominously, when I tried to call home to let my wife know I’d arrived at my destination safely, my cell didn’t have service. Not at all like the beginning of a Shirley Jackson story…
The event was held at the Left Bank, a lovely open space hung with art by local artists done mostly in a weird vein. Before the reading, Brett Cox, Sam Miller, Sam’s husband Juancy, and I had a nice meal across the street, and then we joined Matt Bartlett in reading from Jackson’s and our own work to a packed house. In a pleasant surprise, local author John Goodrich came to the event, and we had a fine time chatting afterward. Many thanks to the fabulous Jennifer Rozycki, director of the John G. McCullough Free Library, for making all of this happen.
Brett Cox, Sam Miller, Matt Bartlett, and myself under the watchful gaze of Brown Thomas, the Goat with a Thousand Siblings.
(photo courtesy of Matt’s long-suffering wife, Katie)