Feels Like a Monday at Travelers’ Tales


I rolled into the office in Palo Alto this morning around 11:30 after dealing with a dead car battery. I gave James the Heisman hand instead of a hug, like he usually does to me when his ribs are broken. After saying good morning, he exclaimed:

“I feel like I’m hungover, you look like you’re hungover, and Larry IS hungover!”

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Susan would tell you that there’s nothing glam about travel book publishing, but she’s hacking up phlegm.