Cold Hands, Good Company

It’s been a cold and windy week here in Maryland — made even colder by the little tease of Spring weather we’ve had over the past few weeks, where you can walk the dog, run to the store, or get the mail without needing your coat.  This week, though, just running from the house to the car makes your cheeks sting and your fingertips burn.  Each evening I build a fire in the living room fireplace and press my nose against the front window, staring at the dead flowerbeds and counting the weeks until I can go out and start playing in the mud again.

The crafty Aaron Burr.

The crafty Aaron Burr.

Meanwhile, I’m having lunch today with David O. Stewart, whose book The Summer of 1787 made the proceedings of the Constitutional Convention read like a great suspense novel.  David’s presently hard at work on a book about Aaron Burr and the comedy of errors that was the Burr Conspiracy, and he’s being either kind enough or crazy enough to ask me to blather on at length about Washington Irving and his relationship with Burr, and Irving’s observations as a semi-official correspondent at Burr’s trial in 1807.  Plus, David’s just plain good company, so it’s pretty much a double bonus for me.

Oh, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that David’s latest book, Impeached: The Trial of President Andrew Johnson and the Fight for Lincoln’s Legacy hits bookstores on May 12.  You can advance order a copy here.

One response to “Cold Hands, Good Company

  1. That portrait of Aaron Burr reminds me a little of your official author photo. Maybe it’s the light gleaming off his forehead.

    (Actually, the shape of Burr’s skull looks more like me than you.)