Blue Heron Blast: Off the highway

I wasn't sure which hotel I was in, the only light in the room, the digital glow of the clock, diagonally away from me on the bed. I had no idea where I was, systematically pressing my hands on the wall to find a door like a blind man. I pushed into a closet and knew .... Guy has written several books, serious chops. New Yorker. Got very nasty between us and then poof we exchanged arrows and are now friends. Poof. Acrimony dissolved in an almost poetic way. Very cool. ...