Another victim of Cowboy Bill

Razzing on Stephen King will have to wait. I am off to New York for a conference of sorts. This time, I'm flying rather than doing the Lincoln Tunnel again. I shall see Louise and no doubt we will do some sort of imbibing ritual, although she has hinted ominously at other things like ice-skating and comedy clubs.

( So, uh, gay cowboys but not of the Brokeback persuasion and not what you think, I swear. )

Brilliant. Anyway, New York: Round Two commences.