They read, you came. There was wine, poetry, a nearly full house. A Mexican wrestling mask may or may not have been donned at one point. The fine folks of Corez kept the Barolo flowing. The incomparable Matthew G. Frank and Keith (K.P.) Liles took us from the only mosquito in Phoenix to vineyards of Italy to the Marx Brothers Cafe in Anchorage. Thanks for coming out, and we'll see you in February ...
