Meet Olive... paramour of Chumbley (although Olive is definitely too young to date). Follow me closely because I've been moving around. First up to Deer Isle, Maine, summer residence of Chumbley, to "The First Ever Down East Writers' Conference" compliments of Chumbley's housemates, writer Brewster Robertson and his wife, Charlotte. That was a good time; check out the famous writers at the bar. Then to Yaddo for the summer season where famous and not so famous residents insisted on saving seats at dinner despite the rules. Hint; it wasn't the writers, egalitarian souls that they are. Think paint. And finally back to NYC for a dinner with Lily Tuck, who's just sold her bio of Italian writer Elsa Morante to Harper Collins, Patricia Volk (To My Dearest Friends) and Frances Kiernan (The Last Mrs. Astor). The best line of the evening: "My first boyfriend was eaten by a bear." There's more but i'm not telling because this is a line worth stealing. And there was talk of Maine for the summer. Don't you know every good story makes a circle?