Despite messages from Sheila & Eileen to the contrary (also despite what it says in the Internet Movie Database), The Crucible did not open today. We have to wait until December 20th to see if Wilbur's scene actually made it on to the screen or if his 15 seconds of fame ended up on the cutting room floor.
A perfect day for schmoozing at Starbucks where, by the way, I go for the company not for the quality of the coffee. Loyalty to a location dies hard. The old Ford's crowd took to hanging at the Coffee Connection and it changed to Starbucks before our very eyes. Same place no Greek omelets or spanakopita, no 3-shot latte's and flavorful roast, just middle of the road Seattle-burnt beans... But the conversation is good.
Nancy and I ran into Tom and got into one of my trademark discussions of why Henry Miller is vastly underrated as a writer and should not be ignored on political correctness grounds. More on that someday. Also talked about the recent discovery of a manuscript of Narrow Road to the Deep North in Basho's own handwriting. What a thrill that must be for scholars. I hope they print a facsimile edition of it. My Basho shelf is full to overflowing but I'd make room for that!
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