On Monday I will leave for Spartanburg, S.C., site of this year's conference of the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment.
We are already warned about rabies, but, hey, we don't fondle foxes. We compose sensitive essays about them.
There's a little local boosterism among--what do they call them, Spartanburgers? Local officials are hard at work approving new logos. Your town is nothing without a logo. (Magdalena, N.M., take note.) I won't be bringing home a new BMW, however. Everywhere I go for any kind of convention, however, I find these people.
As the saying goes, "I will be so blogging this."