This is blurry, I know.

 Maybe that is why I never put it up here before. I am the one with the clown hair. Sherman Alexie  (in the center) won the National Book Award that year. The rest of us were runner's up. At the time I was somewhere between disbelief and fear that a guard was about to rush in and tell me they had made a mistake and that I needed to get off the stage....but that everyone else could stay there.

As I work on the last of the three books that began with the one that...