I’ll be spending most of today trying to wrap things up and pack things up for this weekend’s journey. I’ll be flying up to Chicago tomorrow morning that I may enjoy 24 straight hours of marginal fare at Northwestern University’s annual B-Fest.
It’s a time of conflict for me. On the one hand, there’ll be people I only get to see once a year (if that); visiting with them is my favorite part of the trip. The dark side is the increasing popularity of B-Fest; last year’s sold out a half-hour after the doors opened, and this year the event sold out the day advance tickets went on sale. I have a nervous condition, apparently inherited from my grandmother, which renders me very claustrophobic in crowds. It will be time to, as we tell my son so often, “Cowboy up.”
See you next week, if I survive.