Or the writer, I guess. I got back late yesterday from the Indianapolis Bouchercon. It was a great chance to reconnect with old friends–especially Liza Cody, from London & Bath, who

is showing off Michael Lewin‘s tour of Indianapolis.
MWA-Midwest organized breakfast with a group of readers and writers, for which I thank, especially, Michael Black, Michael Dymmoch and Jeanne Dams.


Other highlights: catching up with old Chicago friend Andrea Smith–who, sadly in her years in Indianapolis has become a Colts fan–
the Private Eye Writers annual dinner, at the Slipper Noodle, catching up with old friends Peter Lovesey, John Lutz and Sue Grafton on Michael Connelly’s Poe panel, and the bittersweet memory of Don Sandstrom, whose life I miss always, but especially when I’m in Indianapolis.
For a bigger photo essay of the con, go to Wilfred Bereswill’s blog, or Libby Hellman’s post on the Chicago Outfit Collective.