I hope you'll excuse me. I am dividing my time between writing this blog post and the Tony Awards.
Sigh.
I haven't seen any of these plays, but there is always "Come From Away", based upon the events following 9/11 when dozens of planes landed in Gander, Newfoundland, a town of 9000, and how the citizens took all those people in. The same thing happened in Halifax, but I guess the producers of the play thought the story in Nfld was more compelling. Maybe it was.
There is not much to report. I slept in. Ate something. Went out to the car and cleaned out as much of the detritus as I could that had accumulated in the last couple of months. There is much less storage in this car than in the Grand Prix, so we have to be more diligent with the Soul.
Last night, I stayed up until nearly midnight, playing back the audio file I recorded in Wolfville yesterday, and made notes of what I heard. After I cleaned out the car, I sat out on the front deck with a copy of those notes and marked them up, noting the items I found particularly compelling. I will use those notes as a basis for my next Frank true crime article, which I hope to have completed by Wednesday or so.
(To answer your question: No. I don't share those notes. I don't share the audio files I record. They are the tools I use to do the actual work. Any mechanic, or carpenter, or millwright, or what have you, doesn't share his tools. So, don't ask me. Ain't gonna happen.)
Another work week awaits. Can hardly wait.
I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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