My friend who was going to meet me there so we could have dinner afterwards - who has a book coming out in January - scoffed at my warning that she might have to wait. She said even mega-best-selling authors never had more than a dozen people at a book event in New York City.
Oh goody, I get to tell my Dan Rather book signing story.
In case you weren't aware Dan Rather is from Houston. I don't know if that is significant, but when he had a book signing the line was all the way from the back of the store to out the front door (about 2-300' approx.). It's a big store that used to be a theater actually. See
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Back at that time I had a thing about the music charts and had started buying Billboard magazine from time to time. This was the only store in town that sold Billboard. Also at the time I was living way out in the outskirts of town about 35 miles from this midtown store.
So I made a trek to the store one Saturday afternoon and discover when I arrive that Dan Rather is having a book signing and there are hundreds of people waiting in line to see him. As I said the store is an ex movie theater and they have left the insides basically the same as it was only instead of rows of seats there are rows of books. The magazines are up on the stage area and that's where Dan Rather is set up. He's sitting at a table right in the center of the stage area facing to the right. The line is coming in from stage right and exiting to the left.
When I get down to the stage It's roped off. I can't get to the magazines. So I start looking for the manager. He's down in front of the stage area so I go there. I tell him that I want to buy a magazine and he says that "The area is shut down until the signing is through. If I want to wait until it's over or come back later..." I explain to him that I live a long way away and it would be extremely inconvenient for me to have to come back later. He says "in respect to Mr. Rather we have shut down that area." I said (a little too loudly) "I don't give two shits about Dan Rather I just want my magazine." I forgot that I was basically standing right in front of him. He looked up from the book he was signing turned his head to the right and looked right at me. We locked gazes and It seemed like time froze. I know our staredown couldn't have lasted more than a second, but it seemed like much longer.
I guess I unnerved the store manager wishing to avoid a scene. He still didn't allow me back to where the magazines were, but sent one of his people back there to find me a copy.