The reporter, Noah McCreary, did call Sunday morning as promised. He seemed as shy on the phone as he had in person, which amused me. Most reporters I ran into were nothing if not aggressive, actively or passively. Noah, as he’d said, was definitely far from intrepid. We discussed where to set up the interview, eventually settling on his coming here where we’d have privacy, something that was difficult to find in a restaurant—which had been his other suggestion—especially on a Sunday when parents tended to take their broods out for Brunch with a capital B.
While I waited for him to arrive, I did a down-and-dirty dusting and vacuuming of the ground floor and made coffee. I decided on the spur of the moment that we should sit in the back yard instead of indoors. I got a second lawn chair fr
