I am finally going to get my COVID booster shot, which I postponed while I was on the road doing shows after each of which I wound up in the theater lobby commingling with the crowd, shaking hands, patting shoulders, posing for pictures, 80-year-old ladies snuggling up to me, being breathed upon, which is the proper thing to do.
My relationship with a broom usually goes like this: I see many somethings on the floor I dislike; I go get a broom; I use that broom to sweep up those dislikable many somethings; I realize I should have brought a dustpan to the party; I hunt for that dustpan because no one ever puts it away; I finally locate said dustpan in an inexplicable place (the garage?!); I sweep up the dislikable debris; I return the broom to whence it lives; walking out the door I realize I forgot to put the dustpan away and promise to put it away later; then I don’t think about a broom until the next time I see terribleness on the floor.But the other day I had a broom and was sweeping leaves and sticks off our front steps.
The last couple of weeks have been intensely busy with events, preparation for election coverage, etc.
There is no moral or patriotic justification for voting for Donald Trump.
It has reached the time of year when you go through several different outfits during the day and evening.
Another year of the local Arts Meander has passed, and it was a busy weekend for many.
The sun hangs low on this warm autumn day.
I got off a Delta flight in Fargo, N.D., last week and heard a brass band playing “Over There” and found the terminal packed with hundreds of people waving flags, holding up signs, welcoming a planeload of men returning from Washington who, I was told, were veterans who’d gone to the capital to see the sights.
Time to get the snuggies out.
I walked into the Baltimore airport at 7:15 Friday morning, checked a bag, and walked to the end of the endless Boarding line, which moved swiftly back and forth between the straps, was sniffed by a dog, photographed by a TSA lady, went through the hypermagnetic sonar encephaloscanner, was declared sane, and got to a café near my gate and my coffee was poured at 7:40.