

In front of the King house in Bangor, ME in the early 2000’s. On one trip we even drove to Bangor, stopping at the Paul Bunyan statue and standpipe featured in IT, as well as the author’s house, with its famous gate. Trips to Maine with friends during the summers of the early 2000’s led to lengthy analysis and debates about the pending outcome of the complex and beautiful Dark Tower series, with its hungry lobstrosities and fragile rose.

I read the Bachman books, the Straub collaborations, The Green Mile serials, and the Different Seasons novellas. I met cockadoodie Annie Wilkes in Misery and the woman in room 217 at the Overlook Hotel in The Shining.

I read On Writing and learned to fear the dreaded adverb. Over the years I worked my way through the signature massive tomes like IT and The Stand. The slithering whisper of the title character from the story “The Boogeyman” was my first taste of that unique combination of delicious horror and well-crafted story that Stephen King is just so darn good at, and I was hooked. I picked up my first Stephen King paperback (the Night Shift anthology, with its eyeball-strewn bandaged hand cover, already worn and creased by my older brother) when I was ten. So how did it happen? For me, this is how to meet Stephen King.ġ. The man himself poses with my sister Courtney (on the left) and me.
