In case you were wondering, the wedding came off without a hitch, except that the bride and I came down with bronchitis four days before the ceremony, and had to croak I do at one another in voices not greatly different from that of Charles McGraw at his grittiest. Otherwise, all was and is bliss.
You’ll hear more about it in due course, but not today–I have to file Friday’s Wall Street Journal drama column before departing on a much-needed honeymoon tomorrow morning. I’ll be back in New York next week for a couple of days, and I’ll check in with you then.
UPDATE: My voice has now failed completely. Somebody at the wedding brunch this morning said that I sounded like Satchmo on helium….
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
