In each city I'm heading to on my TROUBLESHOOTER tour, I have an "escort," a person who picks me up and drives me around to various bookstores and to my events.
Today in Boston, after about twenty minutes in the car, my escort and I figured out that we're - quite distantly - related.
Doesn't get much odder than that.
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