God, I just love this attention. Thanks Grumps!
Tucked away little old town, eh? It's two hours by train to Penn Central Station dude, with the Hudson train station almost on my doorstep, and the trains run every hour. Location, location, baby. By the way, a local author, who used to be a private detective in San Francisco, but gave it all up to move to Hudson, because Hudson is where it is at, is having published a detective novel this September titled
White Van (if you see a white van moving slowly down a street, assume its being driven by detectives, with a bunch of electronic gear inside). My cousin's partner (Charlotte) is a literary agent, and although she generally services authors with feminist themes, she found the galleys of this novel a page turner, and stayed up all night reading it, and thus decided to be his agent and get it published. He and his partner (yes, it seems just about everyone in Hudson is gay) came into this restaurant that we were at, for its Thursday nights only cheap burgers, which brings in the locals, and so I was introduced to him after he gave Charlotte a hug. Nice guy, and
very hot looking.
Anyway, buy the book!
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