So, off I go on Sunday to my neighbor’s and enter through the back gate There’s a big bunch already there, spotted here and there around the barbecue and the pool. I went directly to the cabana bar figuring a little imbibe wouldn’t hurt. and what do you know: famous author was playing bartender and barked out who he was before I could say vodka tonic.
     “And I know who you are,” he said. “Cause I’ve seen your pic in the local paper.”
     “Fame will out, “ I said. “You know something about that.”
     “You bet” the big guy bellowed proudly. “And how you doing?”
     I told him I was happy with my life, fairly content with the reception my writing received, but, alas, I was struggling with the fame thing, trying to get a novel in shape.
     “Hey, kid. I can help you there.”
     I know I had to be half his age but in no way a kid, but his manner seemed friendly.
     “I don’t want to bother you, “ I said. “And not here...”

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Story ends with author getting in last word.

SONOMA COUNTY,

     Indians camped on its many fertile creekbeds thousands of years ago
      Seven flags would be planted on its lands before modern day SONOMA came into being      Luther Burbank called it the chosen place on earth, Jack London extolled its beauty, MFK Fisher lived her last creative years in

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