Mrs. T and I have flown the coop and are celebrating the seventh anniversary of our glorious wedding by eating lobster—her favorite food, for which she appears to have an unlimited appetite—and listening to the sound of the ocean at an undisclosed location somewhere on the coast of the United States.
We might come back or we might not, though the chances of the former are considerably greater than the chances of the latter. Nevertheless, we do mean to remain inaccessible for at least another couple of days, during which time I plan to do as little as possible. (Yes, stuff will continue to appear in this space, but I already did it.)
Don’t bug us—we’ll bug you.

If you read the Friday Wall Street Journal or this blog with any regularity, you probably know that I’m the only drama critic in America who routinely covers theatrical productions from coast to coast. But what if you run a company I haven’t visited? How might you lure me to come see you for the first time?
I also have a select list of older shows I’d like to review, many of which fall into the now-unfashionable “well-made” category, that haven’t been revived in New York lately or ever. If you’re doing The Beauty Part, The Chalk Garden, The Entertainer, Hotel Paradiso, The Prisoner of Second Avenue, Side Man, The Skin of Our Teeth, The Visit (not the musical version), or pretty much anything by Jean Anouilh, S.N. Behrman, Bertolt Brecht, Rachel Crothers, N.C. Hunter, T.S. Eliot, Horton Foote, William Inge, George Kelly, Eugène Ionesco, Joe Orton, Harold Pinter, J.B. Priestley, Terence Rattigan, or John Van Druten, kindly drop me a line.
