The estimable Neil Gaiman will be reading here in an hour, and (like Clarissa) I rush to pick up my pen and dash off a note. I have made sure that the radio-based microphone has a fresh battery (Pete Hamill just had to read loudly -- the battery was shot -- fortunately the hall is the old fashioned kind with great acoustics). I have seen to it that books are available. I have steeled myself to announce that Neil will sign books after the reading for 15 MINUTES ONLY and am now rethinking -- maybe NO signing -- which proscription is likelier to start a riot? Should I have alerted Campus Security that maddened disappointed fans might be roaming the area seeking whom they may devour? Why am I trying to be an Arts Administrator? There are certain areas of labor or enterprise that we KNOW draw from our weaknesses and not our strengths -- why are we tempted to take them up, or enter into them? After-action report to follow. Neil himself is of course unalarmed and the soul of graciousness. Why didn't someone hire HIM to be Dr. Who? Maybe they tried.