A decade ago, I launched a new book with a tour that, with three exceptions, took me to large Southern cities and three small Mississippi towns.
The exhaustive, two-week tour included Los Angeles, New York City, and the marvelous independent Rainy Day Books in Kansas City.
After an early morning show in New York, I stopped to have breakfast at a Jewish-owned delicatessen, on...
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