I’m meeting myself coming and going, trying to get ready for the trip to the coast. And I must correct a small miscommunication. As of now, I DO NOT have a ticket to the Oscars. I have an invitation to join the crew out there as they get ready for the show, and schmooze around some at the various doings, of which I know almost nothing. I’ve never done this before, you see. Anyway, a ticket to the actual red carpet event may materialize, but so far there’s no word of it. I don’t care. I’m taking the train to L.A., hanging out with old friends, joining the crew for a bit, celebrating the continuing good fortune of this little indy flick, and taking the train home. On the way there and back I plan to read, work at the computer and look at America going by. I may break into a Paul Simon song at odd moments. And I’ll be writing to you along the way.
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