I’m spending the night in Anchorage, then arriving in Valdez Saturday afternoon, just in time for the fun to start.
The map is deceptive: the distance from Miami to Los Angeles is within a mile of the distance from Los Angeles to Anchorage, at least in terms of direct flight, and according to the airline, the flying time is the same; 5 hours and 20 minutes. I am hoping my upgrade requests come through and that the battery in my Kindle holds out.
I’ll do my best to try to post when I’m there but I have no idea what the internet connections will be like along the way or what my schedule will be like.
I do know that the climate there is a little different than what I’m used to. The record high in Valdez for June 7 is 68 F, and the forecast reminds me of June in northern Michigan.
That’s okay. I’ve got a nice sweater and jacket, and after the heat and humidity we’ve been getting here in South Florida, it will be a nice change.
For the record, Valdez in not the farthest north I’ve ever been. That honor goes to the airport outside Reykjavik, Iceland in 1986 on the way back from Europe on Iceland Air. It is the farthest west; prior to this trip that honor went to a Starbucks in downtown Seattle. It is the farthest I’ve gone to see a performance of a play of mine: “A Moment of Clarity” goes up Thursday afternoon at 3 pm AKDT. Let me know if you can make it and I’ll try to save you a seat.
As you might know, later this week I’m going to the Valdez Last Frontier Theatre Conference in Valdez, Alaska. (That’s why the content here has been a bit sparse; there’s a lot to do both at home and the office before I go.) I promise to take a lot of pictures and post them, either while I’m there or when I get back. But here, via Alaska Life, is one of the views on the way into town.
As much as I like living in the warmth of the subtropics, I still have a place in my heart for the mountains and the wilderness. Interesting side note: my first produced play was about wilderness survival.
The conference and all the things that go with it will keep me busy, but I’ve been assured by the people who’ve been there before that there’s plenty of time to explore the scenery and just revel in the beauty of the Last Frontier.
I’m heading off to Independence, Kansas, for my 27th trip to the William Inge Theatre Festival. If you’re a long-time reader, you know that means that blogging will be light, variable, and theatre-centric for the rest of the week.
Sorry about the blackout yesterday and Friday evening. The hotel blames it on the cable provider which also handles their wifi. Whatever. I’m home safe and sound and happy to report that the Pontiac performed flawlessly; no runs, no drips, no errors. I’ll post some pictures later after I download them, but here’s one that I took yesterday afternoon on the field showing the view that I usually have at a car show.
I’m heading out with some friends this morning for Lakeland, Florida, for the MIDFLORIDA Auto Show and Lake Mirror Concours, so this is it for blogging this morning. I’ll report in later today and tomorrow with photos and stories about our trip.
If you’re in the Lakeland area, the show starts Saturday at 10. I’ll be in the American Production section on Tennessee Avenue between Lemon and Main.
As Fats Domino noted last night, I’m going to Kansas City this weekend for the 2nd annual Midwest Dramatists Conference, held in the lovely suburb of Olathe, Kansas. It will be three days of readings, discussions, and just plain camaraderie that happens when writers get together. (Oh, yes, there will be plenty of what Harry Truman referred to as “striking a blow for liberty,” but I’ll be by-sitter for that.)
So things are going to be quiet here, at least as far as blogging the news goes. I’m sure a lot of attention will be paid to the theatre going on in the Senate today, but I prefer the real thing, at least this weekend.
This has been a hell of a weekend in every conceivable way.
To quote Lanford Wilson, “[He] didn’t believe in death and I don’t either…. There’s no such thing. It goes on and then it stops. You can’t worry about the stopping, you have to worry about the going on.”
I’m on the road this morning back to Miami from the Missouri Self-Taught: Lanford Wilson and the American Drama conference. We had a great time and I’ve got some pictures to share when I get home, but right now the mission is to get to the airport and on the plane to Dallas and then to Miami.
The flight was late leaving Miami due to weather somewhere else, and the flight was overbooked. By the time they were boarding us, the gate agents were offering a $1,000 voucher and all sorts of goodies, including hotel vouchers and first-class upgrades, to any takers. If I didn’t have just two days with my parents, I would have snapped it up.
Enterprise upgraded my bare-bones reserved car to a Nissan Rogue, which is a station wagon wannabe with more bells and whistles than a carnival organ. The Red Roof Inn had trouble with the router in my wing so this is my first access to WiFi. Oh, the horror.
Anyway, I’m here with Mom and Dad, catching up and offering a hand where I can.