This trip has started out at such a high point, to where can it continue?
Picked up by a fellow historian, and the sponsor of tonight's gig. Fantastic conversation all the way to Our Hostess's home. New fantastic conversation with Hostess -- let us not forget Doyle the Boxer, who was rescued after Rita, stranded on a highway with a broken leg. A bit of orientation, then Sponsor takes us to lunch at Ralph's On the Park, a most excellent lunch with a view of live oaks draped in Spanish Moss, accompanied by excellent conversation. War of 1812! The Battle of New Orleans! Henry Adams!
A tour of the school, an orientation in the theater, and now attempting to rest (to bed at midnight and up again at 4:30 AM, car service arrived at 5 AM).
Grey here, until now, as in the way of New Orleans, the sun showing up without invitation, getting the sky to flash the audience with glimpses of blue that extend for longer and longer phrases ....
There are flowers. And birds.
Reception after the talk -- which threatens to be attended by fabulously interesting people.
I'm back home again.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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Wishing I were there with y'all!
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