Tomorrow I take the train to Williamsburg, VA, to attend a conference.
The conference program looks to be very interesting. Most of all, I’m looking forward to hearing Lee Edward’s speech tomorrow night, which is silly because he works downstairs from he. Still, he’s a great writer and delicate speaker.
I might even have some time to wander around the town. I wonder is the town drunk is, as in Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts, an actual drunk. I dig that kind of realism.
What would it be like though to act every day in a great production of “living history.” I can’t even imagine.