I have nothing to say, wise or otherwise. I spent most of Tuesday writing a “Sightings” column for the Saturday Wall Street Journal, and by the time it was finally done I wasn’t good for much beyond listening to some undemanding music and watching Only Angels Have Wings.
On Wednesday I plunge back into the world of Louis Armstrong. I’ll be spending the day going through the scrapbooks Armstrong kept in the Twenties and Thirties, followed by dinner with a drama-critic friend. I’ll check in with you thereafter. Meanwhile, onward and upward with the arts!