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fall is for festivals

I have to admit it, I like crowds.  That sounds strange for a writer, but droves of mall folk or party lined streets hardly bother me at all (minus the traffic getting there).  Don't get me wrong, I'm an introvert too.  I like my alone time when I can get it. But today was about the crowds.


Fort Ligonier days ran its popular course this weekend. I've written about it before. Anyone within a few hours drive of the Laurel mountains in western Pa. should check it out, along with many other nearby places worth a look; from Fallingwater, Seven Springs, to the falls at Ohiopyle. Pennsylvania is awesome! Anyway, the town of Ligonier lay nestled between soft forested ridges of the Laurel Highlands, and emerges as a thriving village along the banks of Loyalhanna creek. And to top it off, Ligonier has its own fully restored 18th century fort. Here you can imagine George Washington riding out of the woods to find rest from his travels; or Ichabod Crane galloping roughshod out of a hollow given chase. You wonder where I get my inspiration.

I also love visiting the quaint little shops of the town; most notably, Second Chapter Books, which carries my stuff!  Small as it is, which is part of its charm, I feel quite prideful to see Passage of the Acolyte on the shelves behind the cash register. And speaking with owner, Laurie, she is happy to see my other works -- Shag Rocks and Prince of the Furies (due out dec/jan).

That's my plug for a place to visit, and where to go when you get there. And support those little book stores that work so hard to keep afloat in this day and age of electronic everything. I had to do some editing (i.e. the book stores that have closed), but I am putting the bookstores tab in my pages section at the top of my blog. So, buy a book and happy reading -- your brain may depend on it.


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