I’m banging around from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Night after night a different encounter, no plan till I step on the stage. Eastern leg complete, just heading into the immense interior of Canada. Here’s a bit of varying-quality, don’t-read-too-much-into-it-ramble from an early morning Toronto airport. It’s been lovely to meet more than a few of you on the road. I’m tired, but in a lovely kind of way. I put out a cease and desist order on sticks of sage and folks are kindly switching to cigars, coffee and wine.
Books courtesy of my friend Anne Schmitz and something called SHAWARMA in the charming college town of Guelph. You take your very mild giggles where you can find them on the road…