I’m just back from Rod’s booksigning at the North Dallas Borders. Not one signing in ten is so well attended, take my word for it. It was standing room only, and the store easily sold its entire stock of Crunchy Cons. Rod’s talk was very polished, and everyone who asked questions made reasonable points, even the somewhat deranged guy, though he made rather a lot of points.
Rod wore his Birkenstocks, of course. Indeed, my own father showed up in Birkenstocks — but also an Adam Smith tie.
