Tampa

October 2nd, 2008

Well, I meant to write yesterday.  But, my beloved Dodgers are in the playoffs.  It’s a rare occasion these days, so I spent most of my free time yesterday watching and rooting them to victory.  Okay, so maybe I didn’t have much to do with it.  Let me have my delusions, will you?

Anyway, Tampa is a beautiful city and there is water and scenic bridges over this water wherever you look.  I began the week at Ben Hill Middle School with, perhaps, the most appropriately-named librarian/media specialist ever . . . Joann Koob.  Sure, it took someone else pointing out that her last name spelled backwards is BOOK.  But it’s a pretty great last name.  We tried to take Israel to Paris, but we failed.  And by “we” I of course mean “me.”

Then it was on to Williams IB Middle School, where Diane Jordan greeted me with a smile while standing in her wonderfully decorated library.  I had someone there give me a great idea — an 8th grader suggested my next book series should be about some vampire ninjas.  I mean, why not combine the awesomeness of vampires and the awesomeness of ninjas?  

My final stop was at Martinez Middle School.  I try to avoid generalizations, but I think it’s safe to say that the middle schoolers in Lutz, FL are mall-lovers.  Two of our three teleporters requested to go the mall.  Which I respect, certainly.  Anyhow, my time at Martinez made me realize that there’s organized and then there’s Jeanette Whitman, media specialist, the otherworldly of organized.  I begged her to go on the road with me, but apparently, she loves her students and her job and her home too much to leave.  In all seriousness, though, I had such a lovely lunch with Jeanette and reading specialist Bille Jean Fogle.  

Sometime this weekend, I will blog about my time in Boston last week, where I got to visit my brother and ponder the difference between lakes and ponds.  I leave you, as always, with a sideways picture:One final thought:  If you had told me, when I was in middle school, that I would be on the big school sign in the front of a school someday, I would have told you that you were crazy.  And delusional.  It’s still always surreal when I see my name up there.  Ta-ta!