I’m sitting in a departure lounge at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, about which the best can be said is that if there is a hell, it will look much like this place, only somewhat nicer. Fortunately, my trusty MacBook makes it possible for me to work pretty much anywhere, so I’m clicking away industriously, surfing the Web and catching up with my e-mail.
I have much to tell about the past couple of weeks, and I’m looking forward to telling it, but I’ll have to do so in dribs and drabs, rather than in the nice tight chronological narrative I’d originally planned to post. The truth is that for the moment, I simply don’t have any spare time. I’m so busy that I had to write two pieces in my Chicago hotel room yesterday, one of which has already been posted, and I spent this morning’s hour-long cab ride to O’Hare skimming today’s Journal and going over a medium-sized pile of accumulated snail mail.
Later in the week I’ll be telling you about:
• My honeymoon visit to Fallingwater.
• The opening night of William Bailey’s new show at Betty Cuningham Gallery.
• Anthony Minghella’s Metropolitan Opera production of Madama Butterfly, which I finally got around to seeing last Friday.
• A new addition to the Teachout Museum.
• My latest videoblog, which will be posted in the next day or two.
• The Letter, which is coming along very nicely.
All this and more…but now I have to catch a plane!
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
