Our neighborhood had a cocktail crawl last night, and, at the second house, one of my neighbors, a woman in her 60s, came up to me and said, “Hey, I read your--what do you call it?” “Substack?” I said, and she said, “Yes, that's it!” And I nearly projectile vomited but managed to ask her, while sweating bullets, “So, uh, what did you think?” And she said, “I really enjoyed your Swanksgiving piece. I have fond memories of Bemelmans when I lived in New York.” And y'all, I was healed in that moment. What a roller coaster that interaction was! 🎢 I quite enjoyed it.