I got out of the hospital two years ago today. I didn’t say so in this space at the time, but it was the woman now known as Mrs. T who escorted me home that afternoon. We’d met at a dinner in Baltimore a month or so before, and promptly made plans to see a play in New York (Waiting for Godot, believe it or not) on what ended up being the day after I called an ambulance for myself. Instead she came to visit me at Lenox Hill Hospital, and twenty-two months later we said I do in front of a boatful of astonished and delighted onlookers. Now she’s in Smalltown, U.S.A., taking care of my mother. For some mysterious reason, Hilary seems to enjoy taking care of Teachouts.
I wish I were there, and a week from now I will be, but for the moment I still have shows to see and pieces to write. That’s why I posted this picture today: I wanted you to see what I’m missing!
It’s good to be alive.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
