
I changed my travel plans early this afternoon after looking at the forecast for New York and its environs. Instead of trying to fly back on schedule, I opted to hole up in a Minneapolis airport hotel and spend the evening working on an essay for
Commentary about Neil Simon, with frequent breaks to visit the whirlpool.
So far, so good--and I'm soooo glad that I'm not sitting on that plane right now. Or in that departure lounge. Now all I have to do is get back to New York in time to catch a Friday-afternoon train to Cold Spring, there to meet Mrs. T and see
Romeo and Juliet at the
Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival
that night.
So what if it's a horrifically long day? Better that than flying through the even more horrific alternative....
Published on July 26, 2012 15:44