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.
“Okay, let’s go already. That light’s not going to get any greener.”
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:
The view in the rearview mirror.
On the road between land and sea.
I’m heading home after a brief overnight stay near Denver International Airport; I have an early flight and I didn’t like the idea of driving 75 miles down from the mountains in the pre-dawn hours.
Here’s a picture from last night just before I left to hold you until I get back to sea level.
I think it’s time to update this picture.
I will be in a place where internet connections are tenuous, so if you don’t hear from me over the weekend, I’ll be back Monday night.
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.
The Avon River
Boats for a leisurely afternoon.
The OP reading the plaque dedicating Tom Patterson Island.
One of the many pianos around the town for public use.
Along the footpath.
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.)
Turkey called an emergency NATO meeting over ISIS in Syria.
President Obama told African leaders who overstayed their welcome to get the hint.
Jonathan Pollard, who spied for Israel, will be paroled in November.
Tom Brady’s four-game suspension because he deflated his balls is upheld by the NFL commissioner.
Talk about an upgrade: Delta offers a private jet.
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…
The William Inge Theatre on the campus of Independence Community College
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.
Iran scoffs at Congress’s attempt to horn in on the nuclear deal.
A man in a one-person auto-giro landed on the west lawn of the Capitol.
Arizona cop rams suspect with patrol car. (Hey, at least he didn’t shoot him.)
Airbus adding more seats to planes. Comfy?
The Tigers beat the Pirates 1-0.
A lot of people are traveling today for the holiday — I know the office will be mere shadow of its usual self today. Just in time for it comes a big winter storm along the East Coast.
Millions of Americans planning to take to the roads and skies for Thanksgiving face travel chaos because of a storm that’s forecast to batter the Northeast on Wednesday. Meteorologists said Tuesday that the nor’easter was likely to hit on a day when more than 46 million people across the nation were expected to journey 50 miles or more.
The nor’easter is expected to throw a variety of misery at travelers, from a slushy mixture and rain and snow and 30-mph winds in Boston, New York City and Washington, D.C., to as much as 16 inches of snow in western Massachusetts. “Travel is not going to be a lot of fun for people trying to get to Grandma’s house on Wednesday,” said Kevin Roth, lead meteorologist at The Weather Channel. Major airports would be lucky to escape without significant delays, Roth said.
Good luck getting to New Jersey, Vikram. My offer of an extra place at the table on Thursday still stands.
Intruder made it as far as the East Room in the White House.
Underestimating ISIS was rampant.
Hong Kong Occupy Central movement continues to demand democracy.
Supreme Court blocks early voting in Ohio.
Midwest air travel is still recovering from Friday’s fire at FAA facility.
Club shooting in Miami continues cycle of violence.
I made it home safe and sound. The flight back treated me to a view of the full moon rising over the clouds somewhere between Northern Kentucky and South Florida.
I still have a whole week of vacation to go, so blogging is still on vacation time.
Rocky Mountain National Park’s Trail Ridge Road takes you from Estes Park to Grand Lake reaching over 12,000 feet above sea level. I traveled that road many times in my ten summers at camp. Here you can take the whole trip in five minutes.
It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep will do for you, and I finally got one.
The last week has been all go-go-go, what with traveling to the Inge Festival with its events running late into the night and then getting up the next day to go to workshops. Then I got up really early on Sunday to get to the airport to get back here for the staged reading of my play, which lasted until 10:30, which is late for me. So I took a half-day at work yesterday, came home, and zonked out on my bed. I got up in time to make dinner, catch up on TiVo, and go back to bed at 8:30.
I’m back on my regular schedule now.
This will be a very long day. I’m leaving Independence at 3:00 a.m. local time to catch a 6:55 a.m. flight out of Tulsa in order to get back to Miami, where I will arrive around 1:00 p.m. EDT. From there I go home, drop my bags and computer, then head out to Miami Beach for the reading of Can’t Live Without You at SoBe Arts, which is located at 2100 Washington Avenue.
The reading is free and open to the public. Curtain time is at 7:00 p.m. It will be directed by William Roudebush and feature Terri Garber in the ensemble cast.
So this will probably be it for posting today. I don’t know what time I’ll get back from the reading, and after traveling halfway across the country and then going to the reading, I’ll probably be a little tired. I also have to go back to work first thing in the morning.
Spring break is over.
I’m on the way to the 33rd annual William Inge Theatre Festival in Independence, Kansas. For you regular readers you know what that means: four days of theatre and writing from the home town of the playwright who wrote Come Back, Little Sheba, Picnic, Bus Stop, Dark at the Top of the Stairs, and won the Oscar for the screenplay for Splendor in the Grass.
It also means that blogging will continue to be light and variable, and when I do, it will be about the goings-on at the Festival.
I’ll check in when I get to the Apple Tree Inn and get settled. Until then, if you’re at DFW this morning, you might see me running like crazy to make my connection to Tulsa.