I came roaring back to New York Monday afternoon and promptly fired off an e-mail to my editor at The Wall Street Journal telling her what actors I’d be mentioning in today’s review of the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival. Seconds later she fired back an admirably terse reply that read as follows: “Look at your calendar.”
Duh.
Since there’s no Wall Street Journal today, I’ll be reviewing the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival in next Friday’s Journal. And instead of staying in town to see a show, I’m going to have lunch with a colleague, then going straight from the restaurant to Penn Station, where I’ll catch a train for Connecticut and Mrs. T. We’ll be hitting the road next Wednesday for parts north, about which more in due course. In the meantime, I’m soooo out of here.
Happy Fourth of July!