I guess I don't need to hide his identity. He's an author. He gets around.
The man I've been talking about is Paul Schmid. He writes and illustrates children's books. I've known him since I was a little girl. I'm the friend of his daughter, Anna, who I grew up with in my aunt's child care. I haven't seen Anna and Paul in years.
Paul visited our local Barnes and Noble store. He read his books to the small crowd of small children and smiling parents. He LOOKED like an author. Old-fashioned glasses, grubby beard, tired eyes, but held a smirk. He even had a cast on his leg! I didn't ask him what happened since we were so caught up with other things, but I'll be sure to inquiry the next time I see him, which hopefully is soon.
He still left the door open for a visit at his studio. His studio is where he lives. I'm glad him and his family haven't moved, haha.
The rest of the day was... fine. Another day to check-off.
But! There'll be more days to come with events assigned to them. I would be happy to oblige.
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