It lives. I haven’t been much in evidence around here lately, I know. There was an impromptu visit home for the long weekend, which came as a surprise to some–my mother nearly fainted dead away–a writing deadline, and very, very little sleep since I left Detroit a day and a half ago. Going to bed right this minute is the only sane thing to do, but I hope to post a couple of things Wednesday night and then resume my scheduled weekend bloggifying.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
