I just finished reading Duma Key by Stephen King. It was the longest fiction book I’ve read in years, at 609 pages, but I couldn’t put it down after I started it.

I was excited about getting the book when I heard that it was set in the Florida Keys, though many of the geographical details are slightly fictionalized. I was reminded of my trips to Key West in 1994 and 1995 as I read. The plot was thick and hairy, as one would expect from the greatest horror author of our time, and I fully expect this story to hit the big screen.
Since I do not collect books around the house, I normally offer books to my friends before taking them to the local public library. Sitting at Loco’s Deli with about 16 or 17 of my best friends, no one had an interest in reading it.

I jokingly asked our server Justin if he could read and wanted the book. He’s an extremely nice guy and witty to boot. I call him Son of Sam (sorry for the bad photo) and he calls me Moby. After offering the book, he said that he already had a signed copy. Signed??? Sent by his uncle. Who’s his uncle? Stephen King!!!
I never would have made the connection…Justin King from Connecticut. He rattled off details of the family to prove his honesty, but I stopped him short. I was jealous enough already. So, his dad’s dear brother Stephen flies into St. Simons Island occasionally for vacation. Maybe I can manage to become his gopher boy for a weekend, or something.
Thus concludes my summer reading, encouraged by Mark Lee.
Ever had a seemingly coincidental one degree of separation from someone famous?