From Jim, February 11, 2009 at 10:39 PM:

Actually. . . I think you secretly enjoy the endless stream of “touron trolley trains” that pass by your humble abode. The blabbering stream of historical nonsense with which the driver-tour guides bombard the beseated tourons is half the charm of living here. (After nearly 60 years in residence, I’ve yet to figure out the other half. . .)

And yes, I think the book store was quite pleased at the extent of the turnout—and the sales—that your signing produced. Just goes to show, you still have that “magic”—

Reply from Jack:
You’ve called my bluff, Jim. You got it right. There’s no place in the world I’d rather live and work than in this pile of tile in the very durn center of the Oldest City’s Hysterical Consternation District. See my post to that effect, “Ode to St. Augie,” in the archives for my Old Blog.