For Memorial Day Weekend, I co-hosted the first party ever held in the humble apartment. Perhaps the prior tenants held a bash or two, but in the nine plus years since their occupancy . . . well, that I can vouch for the absence of any such events. By party, I mean a social gathering of more than four people, none of whom are relatives.

This is one of the benefits of The Poet: she has a way of drawing the right people together in the same room. Unfortunately we both had so much fun, forgot to capture the event on film.

But the book trailer for The Last Track made its first public exhibition towards the end of the evening.

I think it went over well. We’ll see how everyone else takes to it in August . . .