The Bruce

I took a quick jaunt down to Barnes and Noble last night to pick up a recent road map of Wis­con­sin. When I final­ly found the trav­el sec­tion, there was some book sign­ing wrap­ping up, and the cor­doned off area includ­ed the US maps. I could get a map of Venice, but I couldn’t go around front to get a map to the Dells.

A lit­tle annoyed, I took a look at who it was deny­ing me my map, and lo, it was Bruce Camp­bell.

So I cooled my heels a moment unti lthere was an open­ing between the han­dler and the ador­ing pub­lic, and I slipped in… to get my map. Then I slipped out.

Heck, I don’t know the guy, I don’t know his movies, I don’t know his book. What was I going to say? He seemed nice though, tak­ing time to sign things and take pic­tures and warn some­one that he should blow on the sig­na­ture, cause it might run.