Yesterday, I wandered over to a friend’s house–we’ll call him "Todd"–to borrow shovel.  While there, he told me he’d received his copy of DESCENDED FROM DARKNESS, the anthology of short fiction containing my story, "Hindsight, In Neon".  He asked me to sign it.  I think it was a fair trade, considering he was loaning me his shovel.  (I managed to break our shovel in the last snow storm.)

It marked the first time I was asked to sign something in which a story of mine appeared.