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  1. Jules Feiffer signed it when I lived outside of DC. This was when the sniper was on the loose and the police were stopping all white utility vans. I was caught in the midst of this traffic (surrounded by these vans, which was quite scary) and a huge downpour, and it took forever to get to his book signing. Hardly anyone showed, poor man, though I hope he understood why.

    And then to have a friend willing to take my book to the national conference and get it signed by Norton Juster …wow.

    My copy is battered and glued together. The pages are grimy (because what profession [besides being a gardener or mechanic] gives you dirtier hands than teaching?) and covered in notes. I love it that way.

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