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Jess Brallier is th author of nearly 40 titles for both adults and children, Brallier writes about stuff like hot dogs, Albert Einstein, Portuguese bats, pessimists, and rogue alphabet letters.
A native of Ligonier, Pennsylvania, Jess is a graduate of the University of Pittsburgh (B.A.) and Boston University (M.S.). He and his wife, Sally Chabert, reside in West Hollywood, CA. Their two grown children are the greatest.
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16. Crisis Management – Round Two
Old buddy/roommate Rich was in New York City to see one of his clients. We had drinks. He said he’d like to do a revised edition of his crisis management book. “Social media changed anything. I gotta update it.” I thought it was a good idea. I reminded him that one, I was no longer…
69. Charlie Watts, Regis, Kathie Lee, and me
I was promoting my Hot Dog Cookbook which was really the late Senator John Heinz’s book. (If you skipped the blog entry that makes sense of that last sentence, see this posting. My New York-based media tour caused me to hang out (literally) with Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts. We were both booked on “Regis…
11. Death and book publishing
Well, this is weird. Today I was going to write about death and book publishing. And then this morning I was threatened with death. In my mail was a small box. And in that box, an Albert Einstein doll. A little toy knife stuck through Albert’s heart pinned a Post-It note to him. The note…
109. Wild Bill and wild times!
Last night, I twice woke up to pee but I still had no memory of where I had seen yesterday’s sexy Tarrytown couple. So, as planned, I walked to 151 West 21st Street. Not because of the fancy apartment building that’s now there. But because of the old brownstone that was once there. And in…
19. Saying good-bye
It’s late. I’m just back from Pittsburgh. I was there for Freeman’s services. They were simple. Freeman wasn’t a religious guy. About 12 of us gathered along the Monongahela River. A mile further down from where we stood, the Monongahela joins with the Allegheny River to form the Ohio River. I stood with Rich and…
35. Lunch, and The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich
At Little Brown, we often took authors to lunch at Locke-Ober’s. The restaurant was a short walk across Boston Common, down Summer Street, and onto Winter Place (which was really an alley). We enjoyed showing off the unexpected place with its intricately carved mahogany paneling, brass fixtures, huge plate glass mirrors, paintings, and stained glass….