I saw a view of the Empire State Building from the rear window of the Bedford Hotel.
I once again, tried to capture Lin’s likeness.
I said hi to Stephen Mooser.
I learned how to say “you rock” in sign language.
I arrived at another time and place with Shaun Tan.
I said hi to Tomie DePaolo and told him I’d admired his books through the years.
I laughed with Meg Rosoff and complemented her on her presentation as we passed on Lexington.
I met my agent.
I sketched random people at the conference.
I met a few old friends and made some new ones.
I listened to the not out of date, not worthless, adventure telling Margret Petersen Haddox.
I marveled how mothers and daughters acquire the same traits and can turn a page of notes at precisely the same moment, with the same motion and finesse.
I tried to take a picture of Mo Willems as he ran back and forth in front of an audience of 999 admirers.
The conference was once again amazing and inspiring. I had a great time in New York and got to get out of the Utah inversion and breath some fresh New York air. Hmmmm.