Sept. 1, 2021
Here’s how the night began ….
I’m sitting in Boston’s TD Garden, wearing a mask and gazing up at the rafters and the Celtics championship banners while I wait for The Eagles concert to begin. Lydia is also masked. My hand rests on her legs – long, smooth and brown. Her short white denim skirt sets off her late August tan. There is something irresistibly sexy about a woman in her early fifties. Especially at a summer rock concert. Twenty-five years ago on a 95-degree day she was eight months pregnant with our first child when she walked across a stage in a cap and gown in this same basketball arena to pick up her college diploma. Tonight we’ve come to remember.
When The Dynasty was published last fall I couldn’t do traditional book signings due to COVID. No bookstores were able to host in-store events. To improvise, I worked with dozens of booksellers throughout New England. We scrapped in-person author talks and question-and-answer sessions with readers. And I’m not a big fan of virtual events. Instead, I trekked around New England and set up on the street in front of bookstores. I talked to people one-on-one. It got cold. But New Englanders are a hardy bunch, and the bookstores fed me a steady stream of hot chocolate. I signed oodles of books between September and Christmas. Along the way, I met countless Patriots fans and plenty of fans of opposing teams. It was a ball.