Mrs. T and I are flying back from Chicago, where we spent the weekend seeing two shows in the company of Our Girl. Tomorrow Hilary returns to Connecticut, while I write two pieces and go to the Jazz Standard to hear the Maria Schneider Orchestra. On Wednesday I drive north to spend Thanksgiving with Hilary and her family, see two musicals, and continue working on my Louis Armstrong biography.
The joint, in short, is jumping like hell, and things were further complicated when I learned last Friday night that my mother had fallen and cracked her pelvis. (She’s in the hospital, resting comfortably.) All this means, not surprisingly, that posting will be iffy for the rest of the week. Expect the usual almanac entries and theater-related items–including news about the stagehands’ strike, which is still very much up in the air as I write these words–but otherwise I shall try to stick to my last.
OGIC and CAAF will do whatever they do, or don’t.
See you around.
UPDATE: Strike talks broke off last night and Broadway producers announced the cancellation of performances through Nov. 25.
For a list of Broadway shows that remain open, go here.