That's the address of a little place called the Cafe Allegre in Madison, Connecticut. Here's a picture:
It's a nice place, in a nice little old-style New England town. Doorlink and I were there on Friday, to have a meeting. With a publisher. Three hours of civilized discussion. We talked so long we had to move to the bar.
And there, at the bar, I had a rusty nail. He had a glass of wine, Doorlink had her favorite libation. And about halfway through our drinks, we signed the contract for my first full-length poetry collection!
It's been a long road so far, but I feel like this is just the start. I have hundreds of people to thank, far too many to list.!
But most of all, I need to thank Doorlink, whose tireless devotion and skillful tenacity makes all things possible.
All Hail Doorlink!