No deal yet — The budget and debt ceiling talks are still going on.
Jobless numbers fell a little last week.
Murdoch’s British tabloid News of the World will shut down this weekend in the wake of the phone hacking scandal.
Despite international pleas, Texas executed a Mexican national.
The company building the Miami port tunnel wants more money.
The final launch of the space shuttle program could get rained out.
Tropical update: A little low is forming in the Gulf.
The Tigers beat the Royals.
I’m off to the airport to catch a plane to Dallas then on to Tulsa, Oklahoma, and from there to Independence, Kansas to participate in the 27th annual William Inge Theatre Festival. This year we are honoring Christopher Durang.
This is my 17th trip to Independence. My first festival was in 1991 when the honoree was Edward Albee. Since then I’ve met such people as Robert Anderson, Neil Simon, Peter Shaffer, Wendy Wasserstein, Arthur Miller, Jerry Lawrence, August Wilson, Stephen Sondheim, Tina Howe, John Guare, and countless other people who’ve made a lasting impression on me. And it was at last year’s festival that I met Rachel Charlop-Powers who became the driving force behind the premiere last winter of Can’t Live Without You.
So with good travel fortune with me, my next post will be from the Apple Tree Inn in Independence later today.
To quote the song, “start spreadin’ the news…I’m leavin’ today…” My ride will be here shortly to take me to the airport and then it’s off to New York for tonight’s opening of Can’t Live Without You at the Manhattan Repertory Theatre. I’m doing some last-minute things like finding the little things I need (passport, contact lens case, phone charger) and writing notes to the housesitter (water the plants, don’t do the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle). All the arrangements have been made at the other end; Super Shuttle has been reserved and the hotel confirmed my room. My parents will meet me there, and we have dinner reservations in time to make it to the theatre in plenty of time.
A lot of people have asked if I’m excited about this lifetime moment. I think I’m numb right now because other than some e-mails and a few phone calls, I’ve not really been involved with the rehearsal process and the production itself. That’s as it should be; the playwright has to trust the director, the actors, and the play itself and let them find their own way. It is in their capable hands and now I get to see what they have wrought.
So, here we go. I’ll report back in once I get there.
Update – 3:14 pm. I made it to the hotel, met my folks in the lobby, got the computer set up — obviously — and grabbed a sandwich from Pax Wholesome Foods on the corner. The room is nice, and we have reservations for dinner a couple of blocks from the theatre. Curtain is at 9:00, after two short one-acts that go on at 7:00; remember, this is a repertory theatre.
Jeb Bush was on my flight from Miami. He was in first class, busily typing away on his lap top. I didn’t say anything to him; after all, what is there to say?
…would you get a picture on your hotel TV set with a Microsoft Windows error message.
Blogging will be light and variable — and on a three hour delay — owing to the fact that I’m in Seattle.
I do have plans to meet up with some fellow bloggers, including John McKay, the keeper of archy, and the commenter known as Luke who has recently moved here. I will be posting about those encounters, I hope.
Anybody know where I can get a decent cup of coffee in this town?
I’m going to extremes: from one corner of the country to the other. Miami and Seattle are, by my measure, about as far apart as you can get in the continental U.S., at least as far as major airports are concerned. It’s over 2,700 miles direct, and 2,918 on the route I’m taking.
I’ll see you when I get there.
Update: Okay, I’m here in Seattle. Beautiful weather, Copper River salmon on the grille, and friends and family around. At some point the time change will kick in.