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.
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.
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.
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.
This weekend is a busy one in the car show world here in South Florida. I’m heading out this morning for Port St. Lucie and the AACA national winter meet where the Pontiac will be going for its second Driver Participation chip.
Then on Sunday I’ll be a judge at the Boca Raton Concours d’Elegance which brings together some very nice cars from the 1900’s to the 1980’s. Because I’m not one of the 1%, I won’t be going to the hangar party or the gala banquet, but the fun stuff — for me — happens on Sunday anyway.
What should have been a leisurely drive home from Orlando yesterday — four hours, tops — ended up being nearly eight hours because of… well, we’re not really sure why. There was a fifty-mile long back-up of stop-and-go traffic on Florida’s Turnpike between Kissimmee and Fort Pierce that didn’t seem to be caused by an accident, weather, or construction. The only thing we saw was a huge line of cars getting off at Yeehaw Junction (yes, there really is such a place) and another long line of taillights getting into the Fort Drum service plaza. But that’s it.
Anyway, I got home a lot later than planned and I’m slogging it to get going this morning, catching up with the news and bracing myself for going back to work after a four-day weekend and a long day at the Festivals of Speed event in Orlando. So forgive me if things are a little pokey around here until I get back up to speed.
We’re getting ready to head back to Perrysburg. We had a great time seeing some great theatre, having some nice meals and discovering a couple of new places to eat.
I posted my thoughts on the last two plays we saw over at Bobby Cramer, and now I’m trying to get packed and make sure I don’t leave anything behind. Wouldn’t want to make a sock an undocumented immigrant in Canada.
I’m hitting the road in a little bit to head back home to Miami. I’ve spent this weekend poking through the basement and the attic and in-between at my parents’ house to decide what to take back with me in August. Along with some pieces of furniture from childhood and a collection of books from grandparents and the family library, I’ve set aside some little things that mean something to me.
This is a bittersweet kind of thing. My parents are glad to be scaling back their house and possessions in anticipation of being in a place where they don’t have to worry about things like yard work and snow shoveling, and they have also gotten to the stage where they are happy to be looking forward, not back.
For the kids, we’ve each had the chance to look through what they want to share with us, putting dibs on things we want to add to our own homes and carry on the family memories: the music box from my father’s family, the collection of books that my mom’s mother bought when she was teaching herself about the finer things in life in the 1920’s, and the many, many photographs of my ancestors, going back to the 1890’s. It’s amazing to see how much we look like them.
I’ll be back in August to pack it all up and take them to their new home… again another road trip for them in their long life.
Yesterday was my big day. I presented my paper to the scholars conference along with three other scholarly types. The presentations went very well and they sparked a lively discussion with the participants; something that doesn’t often happen with such events. It helped that we had some nationally-recognized actors, directors, and teachers in the crowd.
Last night was the big gala dinner with some fun entertainment and some poignant moments. When it was all over I and two other participants went back to our hotel and packed up. We were picked up around 10:45 p.m. and driven to the airport hotel in Tulsa to spend the night so we could be up and ready to catch our flights home. The festival isn’t over until tonight, but we all have other obligations, mine being the premiere of a play of mine this evening at the Lake Worth Playhouse in Lake Worth, Florida. More about that later.
As it is, I am sitting in the gate at Tulsa International waiting for my flight back to Miami. I’ve had about four hours of sleep, so that’s why this post is a tad abbreviated. I took a bunch of pictures at Inge with my phone camera, so I’ll post the good ones — if there are any.
I will now embark upon a search for a good cup of coffee and a doughnut.