Saturday, June 18, 2005

— Dear Y.P.R. —
We Keep Yelling “Rooster”

Hey Y.P.R.,

I went to a reading by David Sedaris tonight and during the book signing, he asked me what I did and I told him I was a writer. He of course asked me what I wrote and I told him I currently write humor, mostly for Web sites, such as McSwys, Yankee Pot Roast—“YANKEE POT ROAST?!”, he interrupted, delighted at the name. He kept repeating it, “Yankee Pot Roast, Yankee Pot Roast” and smiling. After the book signing, he read his piece in the current New Yorker. Then after Q. & A. he went outside to smoke and, being a fellow smoker and Sedaris groupie, I followed along. He kept asking me about Yankee Pot Roast. He said he didn’t have the Internet, but he was going to look it up.

David Sedaris is delighted with Yankee Pot Roast.

Best,
Angela Genusa

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