I caught Linda with her eyes closed, and the naked Santa, pictured below, had already gone out the door. Linda used to sell my books at her gift shop in Thompson Falls, but she's gone on to better things: photography. So, Linda came in to buy the third book yesterday, and she's still laughing about my days of not being able to zip my jeans, as described in Postcards from Potato Land. Linda's also my "old" best friend because she's three months older than I am. But she still has good taste in books.