by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
Next, I drove slowly past the first home my dad built for the family, then parked across the street from the house where my grandparents had lived. Until the neighbors became suspicious.
After that, I walked through a field I'd grown up playing in as a kid. We used to pick berries, climb an enormous sand hill, pretend we were cowboys and cowgirls.
At a library event, the mayor of Escanaba proclaimed me "one of the most distinguished writers in the history of literature in the U.P." I have the proclamation and gold seal to prove it. I'm sure Mayor Cheves never read my work or really knew who I was, but they're desperate for any kind of news up there.
Anyway, the timing of that trip couldn't have been more perfect. Because my next Gertie Johnson Yooper mystery, Murder Bites the Bullet, came out right after I got back, a week earlier than I expected. So it's available. Later, if you have time, stop by my website, where you can read an excerpt.
So how about you? Any special places that are dear to your heart?