I was having my car serviced at a local car dealership in Port Hawkesbury this morning. I wasn’t paying too much attention to who was coming and going or just waiting. The gentleman beside me got up and went towards the service area and I heard one of the lovely ladies call him by name, “Linden”. Hmm…..I thought. That’s the name of my bike, which I named for the street I lived on in Brookline, Mass, many many years ago. Then I remembered a little boy, whose name is Linden. And then I thought of the acclaimed author, Linden MacIntyre, who was raised in nearby Port Hastings. Then the light bulb came on and I realized it was indeed the author, Linden MacIntyre. He came back and sat at a distance beside me. I noticed he was reading a book. I wondered what he was reading. Was he enjoying it? I also wondered does he critique the books he reads or does he just enjoy them for what they are. I wanted to speak to him, but I knew I’d become tongue tied and look like a blubbering fool telling him I enjoyed his books and his writing style. I didn’t have the courage to say hi. Perhaps I won’t be so shy if our paths cross again.

Some of Linden MacIntyre’s books:

Causeway
The Bishop’s Man
Why Men Lie
The Only Cafe