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Sunday, May 16, 2010

HAPPY TRAILS!





It's been more than a month of press and promotion for INFAMOUS. 15 cities. Phoenix, Houston, Austin, Dallas, Memphis, Birmingham, Atlanta, New York and all those great places in between. It's been by plane and by rental car. Morning shows and NPR. Phone interviews for the next stop.

Lots and lots of coffee. I really do appreciate the good folks at Starbucks.


So here I am now in Oklahoma City after the final book signing and sitting in the Skirvin Hotel where some of the action in INFAMOUS took place.

For those of you who've read the book, I can't help but think of ole Luther Arnold checking in with Kathryn's old jalopy and renting out that suite.

What a fitting end to the tour here in Oklahoma City -- the town that launched Machine Gun Kelly into infamy. After the book signing (attended by the granddaughter of the man who sentenced George and Kathryn), I was invited out to Charlie Urschel's mansion to take a tour of the house where he was snatched.

**See the photo of the sun room where Urschel was playing bridge with his wife and another couple when MGK and his partner Albert Bates burst through the door.


For dinner, I headed down to the old Stockyards and worked on a terrific T-bone at Cattlemen's -- a legendary OK City joint that's been around forever.

And on the last night of book tour, I'm having a nice glass of Gentleman Jack and toasting all those who came out to say hello and my good friends at G.P. Putnam's Sons for sending me out on the road.

After eight books and twelve years of doing this for a living, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the support of my readers.

Yesterday started off with a 101 fever that forced me to miss an anticipated signing at Big Sleep Books in St. Louis. Several hours later, I was feeling better and hit the road only to be stopped by the state patrol for speeding. I almost forgot today's hail storm that that spider-webbed the windshield of my rental.


Well . . you can't stop an author on tour.

Until next year! Adios.


Comments:
Ace-
My grandpa, Jewell Coleman, known as Jay, worked at a filling station in Oklahoma City. One day Machine gun Kelly came to the gas station. My grandfather said he recognized him and the machine gun in the front seat of his car. My grandfather said he was scared to death. He pumped his gas and machine gun Kelly paid for it and drove away. This tale has been passed down. I heard it from my grand father himself. That's all I know. Don't know where specifically or when. My grandfather lived in Capital Hill.

Scott Coleman
 
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