Caught!

A Madison poet who knew my name in high school (he judged some local contests I entered, invited me to a couple readings, was a friend of my poet English teacher) appeared unexpectedly tonight in Baraboo at a reading. I went there to photograph, I wanted to add more art to the Saturday edition. I was too shy to introduce myself before they got started, I assumed I would not be remembered, and then, as I was kneeling in front of the podium to get a dramatic upward angle on him reading, he between poems says, "There is a very good poet taking photographs in front of me. I remember her." My face like a beet and all hot too. All my many hats rolled briefly into one.