this book tour was a complete round-the-world job, being the third time I've done that. The first I recorded in a ten page story, eighteen years ago, titled Around the World in Eighty Frames. That was the time the wife of my bosom took the liberty of moving us to another house in my absence. ('Well, at least she gave you the new address,' said my pal Frank Plowright with hilarity when I bewailed my circumstances.)
(these are both good examples of my early zip-a-tone impressionist style if you want to click for a closer look)
However, this time I didn't want to give Anne time to have ideas, so I crammed the tour into a short space of time. Eleven flights in two and a half weeks. The problem is that the flights came around so quickly I didn't sleep much in between for keeping one eye on the clock, and trying to remember to eat occasionally. So, after two days in Chicago it was two in New York and I did my piece again in McNally Robinson bookstore and then The Pourhouse, which was a difficult one, with the crowd standing at an open bar. I can compete with anything except alchohol.
Comic Book Legal Defence head honcho Charles Brownstein, a drinking conspirator from way back, introduces Campbell at the Village Pourhouse (source)