Oh, almost forgot, I have my first groupie now. When I was down in Rochester we swung by a friend's house to clean up before a party. His 14 year-old sister showed up an hour or so after we did and once she found out I was the one who wrote "What are the Odds?" she flipped. "Thatwassouchagoodbookyouaresocool" sort of stuff. She called her friend to tell her I was in their house. Then when she found out we weren't planning on staying the night she pleaded with Josh to come back to sleep there so she could tell her friends I slept in her house.
I hope her friends buy the book.