It rained. Of course.
I’m seriously jinxed when it comes to taking live BP. Yesterday I woke up with five hours of sleep, raced to the Port Authority, rode a bus for two and a half hours, and then had to settle for playing Wiffle Ball in a dumpy little gymnasium.
It was still fun, I must admit, and the kids were excited to meet me (thanks to the fact that my friends who run the camp had been hyping me up for the previous two days). I gave a 45-minute speech which included a glove trick demonstration, a brief session of show-and-tell, and lots of questions and answers.
A few kids asked for my autograph. Then all the kids asked. One kid wanted me to sign his shirt. (Why couldn’t he have been 15 years older and female?)
Three boys asked me to sign their muscles.
I joined all the kids for dinner, visited their cabins, said some quick goodbyes, and took the bus home. It wasn’t raining anymore. Of course.