I arrived in Smalltown, U.S.A., yesterday afternoon, and am now contentedly ensconced in the bosom of my family. My brother turned fifty last week, and though I had to miss his surprise party–I was stuck in New York seeing shows–I mean to celebrate the great day belatedly during my brief trip home.
On Thursday I’ll be driving up to Kansas City to talk about Pops at the downtown library. The festivities begin with a reception at six p.m., followed a half-hour later by my lecture. Go here for more information if you’re in the vicinity and want to come hear me.
On Friday I’ll be flying to Chicago for a week of theatergoing, accompanied by Mrs. T and Our Girl.
I’m going to try to blog as often as possible during the first leg of my summer travels, but I’ll have to file my usual Wall Street Journal columns from the road, so things may be a bit sparse here from time to time. If that happens, don’t worry–I’ll be back sooner or later, probably the former.