I have some business to take care of out of the office today so this is it for now, but I’ll be back later.
Meanwhile, this should hold you until I get back.
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I’m somewhere between home and Independence, Kansas. Our route takes us through Dallas where they’re predicting thunderstorms, so I hope we make it on time. From there it’s in to Tulsa, then up to Independence. The 35th William Inge Festival gets underway tonight.
Let’s try that again. Off to the Cincinnati airport for my flight to Philadelphia and then on to Fort Lauderdale. According to the American Airlines website, both flights are on time.
Of course, that’s what they said yesterday even after my flight was cancelled.
See you when I get home.
Thanks to the weather that’s been hitting the country, my flight from Cincinnati to Miami was cancelled. After nearly two hours waiting to get to rebooked (including watching a couple of muscle queens have a total Simplemente Maria telenovela meltdown), I got on a flight out tomorrow morning to Philadelphia and then on to Fort Lauderdale by tomorrow afternoon. I count myself lucky: the first flight to Miami was Wednesday, and the first non-stop was on Thursday.
So I’m at the airport Doubletree Inn and a wake-call for 5:00 a.m. See you when I get back.
I’m packing up and checking out of the hotel here in suburban Cincinnati. I’ll spend today with my parents and then head for the airport and home this afternoon.
This is the week between the big holidays and not a lot gets done other than cleaning up and summing up. If you are working — and a lot of people do have to work this week — it feels like you’re going through the motions unless you’re in a profession such as police or emergency care when there’s no such thing as down time. But even if you have time off, you will find things to do to fill up the days. Some of you may actually look forward to getting through the holidays and getting back into the routine of work.
When I got here the weather was in the 60’s, but now it’s back to normal Ohio-in-December: 30’s and steel grey skies and raw. I remember why I moved to Florida.
I’m ensconced in a Holiday Inn Express about ten minutes from my parents’ place near Cincinnati. The flight was uneventful, getting the rental car (a Jeep Compass, their excuse for a station wagon) was easy, and the weather is such that I had to turn on the A/C on the drive to the hotel to check in. It’s about 60 F and sunny.
It was a long weekend and I’m still poking through the new blurs for the last couple of days when I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to what was going on. So I’m off to a slow start.
The good news is that we got back to Miami from Lakeland yesterday without a hitch. That’s a whole lot better than two years ago when we had to leave the Pontiac in Sebring for ten days. This time it was smooth ride all the way there and back again, and based on how many gallons of gas I put in the tank (10.33) after driving a little over 233 miles, the Pontiac got about 22.5 mpg. Not bad for car of its age.
Anyway, back to work.
I’m on the road to Lakeland, Florida, for the annual Lake Mirror Classic Auto Festival. This is the first big show of the season and a precursor to the Amelia Island Concours next March.
This is my third year with the Pontiac, and we’re ready to hit the road. Posting will be light and variable throughout the weekend, but I will put up pictures from the show on Saturday. If you’re in the Lakeland area, stop by and say hi.
The car show season is gearing up here in Florida. Next weekend I’m going to the Lake Mirror Classic Auto Festival in Lakeland, and in order to get ready for it, I took the Pontiac in to J’s Automotive last Monday for its annual check-up. All systems are functioning within normal parameters, so today I’m giving it a test run, along with some friends of the British Car Club of Miami. We’re going down to Islamorada in the Keys for lunch.
Here’s some shots from last year’s trip:
A time-lapse trip over Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been on this road.
It’s been great to be back in Stratford, but all good things, etc.
The weather has been great — sunny and mild most of the time — the shows have been good, and seeing old friends and making new ones has been fun, too.
I took a few more pictures on the way to dinner at Rundles, the best restaurant in North America.
It’s not goodbye, Stratford; it’s just intermission.
The Old Professor and I took a stroll along the Avon River in Stratford before this afternoon’s matinee of Love’s Labour’s Lost.
It was a perfect afternoon.
There’s a first time for everything: using the internet while in flight. Not as fast as DSL, but then, it’s like when you see a pig fly, you don’t criticize the gracefulness; you’re just amazed he’s doing it at all.
We had a little adventure with an expired passport at check-in this morning, but a quick phone call, curbside delivery, and we (obviously) made it to the plane in plenty of time. This is one reason I get to the airport early; just in case of things like that. So far so good.
(I’m not mentioning any names, but my passport is up to date.)
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Tom Brady’s four-game suspension because he deflated his balls is upheld by the NFL commissioner.
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The Tigers lost 10-2 to the Rays.
Heading back to Miami this morning after a great time at Inge. I’ll have more later when I get home this afternoon.
It’s that time of year again…
This weekend is the 34th annual William Inge Theatre Festival, and my twenty-fourth trip to the town of Independence, Kansas. Long-time readers know of my annual pilgrimage where for three days I get to resume my other identity as a theatre scholar and playwright full-time.
My first Inge Festival was in 1991 when the honoree was Edward Albee. This year the recognition for distinguished achievement goes to Donald Margulies.
So, who’s William Inge? Well, among other things, he won the Pulitzer Prize for the play Picnic and an Oscar for the screenplay for Splendor in the Grass. At the height of his fame in the early 1950’s he was considered to be one of the best American playwrights of the time along with Tennessee Williams and Arthur Miller. He wrote many plays, including a collection of short plays. His works are revived on Broadway every so often, including a stand-out production of Come Back, Little Sheba starring S. Epatha Merkerson in 2008 that should have won the Tony that year. But fame and adulation doesn’t last forever or ensure happiness, and in 1973, convinced that he had lost his ability to tell any more stories, he committed suicide at the age of 60. He is buried in Independence under a simple marker with his name, dates, and the word “Playwright.”
Since I’m going to be traveling today and diving in to the festivities, blogging will be light and variable until I get back Monday night. But I’ll be putting up some reflections on theatre and perhaps some pictures, so I hope you’ll stop by.