Today I will remember as the day that, while killing a lunch hour at Barnes & Noble, I saw my husband’s book on the shelf for the first time.  There was no one with me, so unfortunately my enthusiasm had no place to land.  I’m sure I looked mad standing there smiling at his title on the shelf.  I mean,  I’d be proud if he was published for DIY Cardboard Birdhouses, but NO, he wrote a ridiculously cool book about everything grim, macabre, roadtrip-worthy, and just totally interesting in New England.  The New England Grimpendium.  

Oh, and it’s full of my photographs!  

Heck. Yes.