tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post4097575605028505243..comments2024-03-27T23:53:59.771-04:00Comments on SleuthSayers: Over-Byters Anonymous Leigh Lundinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-44347032156855326002017-05-03T19:37:59.089-04:002017-05-03T19:37:59.089-04:00Oops--make that Melodie, not Melanie. Sorry. (I...Oops--make that Melodie, not Melanie. Sorry. (I've been rushing to catch up on posts I missed while I was at Malice Domestic--that's not an adequate excuse, but it's the only one I've got.)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17673578800047888317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-20624628133147311542017-05-03T09:49:39.238-04:002017-05-03T09:49:39.238-04:00Enjoyed your post, Melanie, and also enjoyed the c...Enjoyed your post, Melanie, and also enjoyed the comments about how easy it used to be to cross the border. I grew up in Buffalo, and we always took out-of-town visitors to see both sides of the Falls--crossing the Peace Bridge into Canada was as easy and natural as could be. Now I'll have to get a passport to go to Toronto for Bouchercon. It's a sad change. (And yes, I remember John's Flaming Hearth, though we couldn't afford to eat there often.)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17673578800047888317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-65812111161949309432017-04-29T15:15:53.051-04:002017-04-29T15:15:53.051-04:00Leigh, I miss those days too. We used to know the...Leigh, I miss those days too. We used to know the customs people, and they wouldn't even bother to ask for our ID. Just ask us where we were going to dinner, and if we knew what the specials were. <br /><br />And special kidneys, indeed - grin. Which reminds me. It's nearly cocktail hour.Melodie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870938103759179132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-52216896231385838862017-04-29T15:12:31.167-04:002017-04-29T15:12:31.167-04:00Elizabeth, I'm going to be just across the bor...Elizabeth, I'm going to be just across the border from you pretty soon! Doing a gig in Niagara Falls, I think. Do you remember John's Flaming Hearth? We used to love going across the border with a mere swish of our drivers licenses back in the day. Miss it.Melodie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870938103759179132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-87487005104570581332017-04-29T15:10:23.408-04:002017-04-29T15:10:23.408-04:00Steve, I can't wait to read that post by your ...Steve, I can't wait to read that post by your daughter! What fun. Thanks for commenting.<br />Melodie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870938103759179132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-50239612171021731252017-04-29T13:54:35.984-04:002017-04-29T13:54:35.984-04:00Melodie, your description is so on-the-mark. Autho...Melodie, your description is so on-the-mark. Authors must have evolved special kidneys over the centuries. Leigh Lundinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-1702720770778913572017-04-29T13:50:15.439-04:002017-04-29T13:50:15.439-04:00Elizabeth's post hit a nerve with me. I miss t...Elizabeth's post hit a nerve with me. I miss the days when wave-through border crossings were a mere formality and weren't manned after hours. Country roads had no guard shacks. It was kind of like good neighbor extended families where members would wander through each others' house all day long.<br /><br />Now we need an ƒ-ing passport!Leigh Lundinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-77008967479047567402017-04-29T13:07:01.231-04:002017-04-29T13:07:01.231-04:00I have two puters in my office. One is for playing...I have two puters in my office. One is for playing games & the other is for everything else. I probably should move my "writing" to the gaming machine because it isn't connected to the internet.<br /><br />If my husband had ID to cross over the Peace Bridge from Buffalo to Canada, I'd come to Burlington, Ontario to see you. Unfortunately, I don't drive. I remember one Halloween we went to IKEA in Burlington & all the employees were in costume.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00239163766419735693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-85317800225567433642017-04-29T12:56:18.858-04:002017-04-29T12:56:18.858-04:00Step...away...from...the...laptop.
Funny! But not...Step...away...from...the...laptop.<br /><br />Funny! But not necessarily that exaggerated...<br /><br />I used to be one of those people who carried a notepad everywhere so I could jot ideas down. I finally decided it was more show-boating and playing the role of "writer" than anything else. If I forget an idea, it probably wasn't worth writing down anyway. If it was, it'll come back eventually.<br /><br />We used to have both a PC and a laptop, but we found we didn't like the slightly smaller keyboard and let it gradually become obsolete. Now we have two desktop PCs, one of which still runs Vista. I took it off line but still do writing on it. I can't go online to fact check, which is a good thing because I can't get distracted, either.<br /><br />My daughter is coming on board Monday to discuss how her old man corrupted her deformative youth.<br />Steve Liskowhttp://www.steveliskow.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-86107099235018883622017-04-29T11:02:42.238-04:002017-04-29T11:02:42.238-04:00Thanks, Eve! Too close to the truth.Thanks, Eve! Too close to the truth.Melodie Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07870938103759179132noreply@blogger.com