All my love, Pat Conroy

I think it was at a book signing for "Price of Tides" and Pat's people said that he only would sign his name. After waiting in a line for hours and having to pee, like a cow on a flat rock, I thought, Hell NO!!! so when it was my turn, I grabbed his sweet fat hands and said, " I would like you to write, To Bonnie, All My Love, Pat Conroy." He smiled and wrote just that, and he smiled again.

A southern gentleman who appreciated a southern lady who needed a little attention!!??

I'm reading his new book, "South of Broad". The prologue sounds like this.

I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft tissued mollusk. My soul is peninsula-shaped and sun-hardened and river swollen.

Merciful Jesus, what a glorious writer. A southern writer. A friend of mine, not really, but we southern people like to embellish!!!

I am hanging on every word, breathing in his story. What a joy.

Thank you Pat.
All my love,
Bonnie