I can’t tell you how many nights my mom and I would laugh ourselves speechless reading Pinkwater out loud as a family on camping trips. And I still always look for the chicken man and all those fantastic characters and seek out odd diners. There MUST be a city like that in/under Troy, NY!
In 5th grade we had to write a letter to our favorite author. I wrote to Pinkwater and he wrote back a really nice letter. I remember his stationary had the names of all his stories around the edge. I’d love to say I still had the letter but the librarian “borrowed” it to put it on display and I never got it back (33 years later and I still hold a grudge).
So, yay for Daniel Pinkwater and I know what I’m reading tonight before bed!
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