Mrs. T and I returned from our vacation in Maine (which was great, thanks) last Tuesday. We spent a night in Connecticut, drove to New York on Wednesday to see Hamilton, then drove to Lenox on Thursday (pausing briefly in Connecticut along the way) for the Shakespeare & Company premiere of Jane Anderson’s Mother of the Maid. On Saturday we went back to New York to see Penn and Teller on Broadway (about which I’ll have more to say in this space next week) and Cymbeline in Central Park.
What next? As you read these words, I’m flying from New York to Portland, Oregon. I’ll drive from there to Eugene, spend a night, then proceed to Ashland, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, on Tuesday morning. I’ll be seeing three shows and writing two Wall Street Journal columns this coming week. I return to New York on Sunday, driving directly from the airport to Connecticut and Mrs. T.
If you think this is all a bit too much…well, so do I. But it’s my life, and I don’t feel like trading it in on anybody else’s life, so I’ll say only that you shouldn’t expect to find much of anything in this space beyond the regular daily postings until I get back home, unpack my bag, and settle down again. Even I have my limits. At least I think I do.
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Count Basie’s orchestra performs Charlie Christian’s “Air Mail Special” in 1941, with Don Byas on tenor saxophone and Harry Edison on trumpet. Jimmy Rushing, the band’s vocalist, can be seen on the dance floor:
