When Jim McDevitt and I started writing about the works of Alfred Hitchcock way back in 2006, yeah, we talked about it becoming a book and people reading it and all the usual daydreaming. I’m not sure we imagined it would actually happen, though, or that it would do well enough to earn a paperback edition, or that we’d do 50 something episodes of a podcast based on the book, and that the podcast would get many hundreds of listeners, or a host of other things.
But we did. Two beer-drinking baseball fans decided to do something silly like write a book. It worked out. And that’s cool.
So with all that mind, happy birthday to you, Jim. I’m proud to share a book spine with you.