My husband recorded me reading from Boarder Patrol this morning. It’s a bit quiet, but pretty good for an iPhone across a room. Especially given that I’m more than a little on the soft-spoken side. Thank goodness for microphones!
The man who stands up at the end, when I’m walking back to my seat, is Mr. Blackstock. He was my teacher in fifth grade. My husband calls that sort of thing a “co-Whitby-dence”.