I got my shopping cart up and running for The Yolo Crow last night. I even sold a subscription already. (Thanks Mom!)
Yesterday I got a call from the local newsstand. "Hey, we're out of magazines. Can you bring us more?" Well, gee, let me see if I can fit that into my schedule. I'll be there in two minutes.
I dropped a batch off at a local bookstore last night. The clerks saw me coming in with my stack of magazines and said, "Here comes The Yolo Crow!" It seems that one of the clerks behind the counter is one of our poets for this edition. He was pretty happy to see me. That was cool.
A student in Shawn's department popped his head into Shawn's office today. "Do you have any relations named Shannon?" It seems he had just picked up a copy of the magazine downtown.
I think this just might work.
(I should practice saying that and not sounding surprised.)