I’m feeling punted about by the Fates. And exhausted. Enormous energy and enthusiasm expended at the Book Revue bookstore in Huntington this evening, for an audience of 14. Eleven of whom were family. Without an effective publicist, without radio, these tours are an exercise in futility. They may be the most gratuitous form of masochism in which I indulge. Albert Einstein defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” Hmm. How far back in my behavioral chain do I want to navigate with those directions? And how far forward? (At least as far as the Plainview Library, this coming Saturday…. )