Eating Cake and Drinking Krupnikas
I’m not going to be a spoiler, I want you to read the book. But I’ll tell you this: it was the Hand of God who placed Vytas and Donna together in this little town. But there’s more. While I was interviewing them Vytas told me about another person whom I knew from our town who’d been sent on a special army mission, and saved lives in their displaced persons camp. He was well known and loved in our community; his funeral was standing room only. His lovely widow is admired and loved as well. I invited her and she came. I told the story about her husband. She had known he had a special friendship with Vytas, but she’d never learned this story. (Heroes don’t usually tell their own story.) One of Vytas’s guests, another Lithuanian, came to her with tears in his blue eyes to tell her that her husband had saved him and his family. He was a youth when her husband liberated the camp. One of my dog park members came and said he was Lithuanian. I thought he was teasing and I said, “You’re from Venezuela!” “That’s right,” he told me. “I came here from Venezuela. My parents escaped Lithuania and went to Venezuela. I want to meet these people.” All of these persons, who had no connection to North Carolina, ended up in this same tiny mountain village in their golden years.
I didn’t sell 100 books as I’d hoped, but the day was magical in other ways. Plan well, plan big, and never have regrets.