I’m midway through a road trip, so no columns or further posting this week. I’ll be back at my desk Sept. 30 and back in print Oct. 2. Let’s enjoy our break, shall we?
I don’t know that I’ve wished you well on a holiday in a while, but if you have a three-day weekend, or at least today off, enjoy. I have three days, and it’s a welcome break from the grind. Monday I’m hoping to finally catch a matinee of “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.” Surely I’ll have three hours to spare on my third day off in a row. Plus, I already expect that the air conditioning will be a bonus.
I round up some reader comments on some Midwestern-ish recent topics: the St. Louis Cardinals, St. Louis itself, frozen custard and Chicago hot dogs, all in Friday’s start-of-the-Labor-Day-weekend column.
I’ve mentioned in passing now and then that I’m a St. Louis Cardinals fan. For Friday’s column, I write about that in detail after seeing Tuesday’s game in L.A. between the Dodgers and Cardinals in person.
My attempt to ride the Monorail on vacation in Seattle in 2006 was a fail as the train was down for repairs. I made a return visit last week to the Emerald City and succeeded. I write about that, with some history of the iconic Seattle feature, in Friday’s column.
I used to be a regular at San Diego Comic-Con, but I quit when the event started getting overwhelming and the attention shifted from comics. This wasn’t a topic I had ever thought of addressing until being in San Diego last month, seeing the 50th anniversary banners on lampposts and thinking, Huh, maybe the milestone would be a good excuse to look back. And thus I bring you: Wednesday’s column.
I took a three-day weekend at the end of June to go to San Diego, but not by car. Instead, I went by Amtrak, after first getting to L.A. via Metrolink. This double dose of trainsmanship (not a word, but should be) is the subject of my Sunday column.
I’ve been meaning to follow up on my April column on turning 55 and discounts pertaining thereto (cough), having received a fair amount of comment. Finally I sat down to write up what I had. The result is a meandering effort, pleasantly so I hope, that makes up Sunday’s column.
I spoke Saturday afternoon to the Friends of the Claremont Library, reading a few columns, sharing my love of libraries and selling and signing books. Chris Frausto took a couple of photos and emailed ’em to me.
Above, everyone’s writing: Two women are writing me checks and I’m jotting down their purchases for my own records.
Incidentally, I’m wearing a shirt from the 2010 Big Read in Pomona that saw Ray Bradbury make one of his final public appearances. Since he was a big library supporter, it seemed like a good shirt to wear given my audience.