Stuart McLean reading in a nearby tent, making me think someone had CBC Radio on too loud.
Yann Martel in the audience, bouncing a baby on his lap, while I moderated a panel on YA writing that included his wife.
My ugly mug on the Toronto Star's billboards all over the park. (Thought about stealing one.)
A chat about circumcision in the VIP Lounge (hello...) with Andrew Kaufman and Steven Beattie.
An old man wandering around the park wearing a skull cap with a fake, blue mohawk - for no apparent reason.
Dan Smith of the Star, answering an audience member's question about whether her self-published book could get reviewed in the paper thus: "Not with a ten-foot pole."
Human feces all over the inside of one porta potty, which I later used as a metaphor for the life of a book reviewer. (VIP Lounge notwithstanding.)
A child of about five, not wanting to go home and crying "No no no no no no no no no..." For about ten minutes.
A veteran author saying hello at the end of the day and asking, "I was on the jury that gave you some prize, wasn't I?"
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