I spent the night not ensconced in a comfy hotel room in Los Angeles but snoozing fitfully in an airplane seat somewhere over the middle of the country, flying the redeye to Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C. By the time that most of you read these words, I’ll have traveled from there to Baltimore, where I plan to make three radio appearances in the afternoon, then speak about Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong at the Enoch Pratt Free Library, the place where I did most of my research for The Skeptic a decade and more ago.
Should you find yourself in Baltimore this evening, come see me! The Pratt is at 400 Cathedral Street and my talk begins at six-thirty. For more information, go here.
Would that my travels were done, but no sooner do I wrap things up at the Pratt than I catch the next thing smoking to Philadelphia, about which more tomorrow….