Last night was the launch party in St. Paul, for Tell My Sons, the book I helped Lt. Col. Mark Weber write before he dies. (It's now available in hardcover, and makes a great Christmas gift if Mark and I don't say so ourselves.)
The sorry remainder of my mind is thinking that I'd like to do this kind of collaborative writing again—and meanwhile knowing that this kind of project doesn't come along often. A partner this smart, this appreciative, this confident and humble and who's working as hard as I am, on the ultimate deadline? I've been to the mountaintop (as I describe on the Huffington Post) but will I ever get back?
* The above was actually written last Friday, in advance. Tomorrow, when I get my bearings, I'll tell you how I really felt today.
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