I had a nice break for about 14 hours — I arrived in Minneapolis, and my wife showed up with her massage table (there’s a reason she is the Trophy Wife™), but now I have to get on a series of planes to arrive after a series of stops in exotic Dublin, where I shall somehow find my way to someplace to stay for a day or so before giving a talk to the University College Dublin humanists. It should be fine, even if I am stumbling about a bit with uncertainty about where I’m going — the Irish are a hospitable people, and if nothing else, I can always find a pub.

Everyone uses that picture Larry Moran shot of me on the bridge across the Thames…I may have to start sending him royalties.


