5. Serendipity rocks. On Thursday, I ended up chasing the shuttle bus across the parking lot only to have it leave me in its exhaust. I stopped running when an authoritative gentleman explained that it wasn't coming back. He also offered to remedy the problem by driving me to my dinner. Which he did. As it turns out, he’s in charge of the transportation for the entire event; he’s also the former Albany chief of police, now CEO of a private security company. The owner of the restaurant he’s driving me to is his former undercover detective in narcotics. He gave me his card, his friend's card. Said they would be happy to answer any questions I had about security companies and police and dope. Score!
6. The mystery writing community is one of the most gracious, inclusive, smart and generous bunches of people I've ever met, and I'm proud to be among them.