Well, the big news is that I'm heading out this Thursday for my annual Guy Trip.  This is my fourteenth consecutive such trip with my good friend from high school, Steven P.  The past thirteen have been to the Eastern Sierra for camping, fishing, and general tall tales around the campfire (while sipping margaritas on the rocks).  But this year we're thinking we'll do the hotel thing.  Destination?...San Francisco.  Steve is a literary type, like myself, so why not hang out with the ghosts of the beat poets?  North Beach, baby.  City Lights Book Store.  Hopefully, we'll absorb some of the vibe and come back charged to write something hot.  If not, a road trip is never a bad thing.  Right?

Generally, in the past, our trips have turned into all-night-manuscript-reading-sessions, where Steve and I run our latest works of fiction past one another—it's become much more about hanging out than catching fish in recent years.  I think we'll still swap our stories at some point this year...meantime, we'll have some good food, drink, and listen to a little jazz.  Now that's my kind of Road Trip.  Greg 

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