![]() I went to the Youth Media Awards site and read aloud the description… “. And when the call ended, we both asked each other, What. “We are so happy to tell you that you are this year’s winner of the Children’s Literature Legacy Award…” We screamed. ![]() We continued now following blindly down road after road, knowing we were becoming more hopelessly lost with each passing minute the caller spoke but thoughts of reaching our destination were now the furthest thing from our minds. ![]() “James, we are calling from the ALA Youth Media Awards Committee…” The woman’s voice on the other end asked kindly, “Can I speak to James Ransome?” She was mistakenly given my number instead of his, we quickly realized so I put my phone on speaker and James, who was driving, aimlessly GPS-less now, chimed in. Not many have my cell number, so when it rings I answer out of fear, caution, curiosity and some combination of all. I cursed but answered the call coming from an unfamiliar cell, out of habit mainly. Driving down back roads and unfamiliar streets in a small town in Maine when my cell phone rang just as my GPS was issuing a direction. ![]()
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