Damn I’m popular. Jeff wrote me an awesome e-mail about stuff. You are all, of course, insanely jealous. Here’s a snippet:
Signs in the cemetery read “Mark Twain —->” and point the path to the grave. It’s amusing, probably only to me, to stand next to one of those signs (on the arrow pointy side) and have someone take a picture – in effect, producing unarguable film evidence that you are, in fact, Mark Twain and not the person people keep calling you by.