As I’m writing this — back home in Boston after a whirlwind 5-night visit to Edinburgh, Scotland with my 16-year-old son, Aaron — the room is very cool, with the windows open, at 6 AM.
Signs of the impending autumn in super-seasoned New England, USA?
We shall see.
Usually, before I publish a post, I check to see if I’ve used my title before. Yesterday, I didn’t bother to do that because
- I was writing with just a few hours’ sleep,
- the data transfer limits at our fabulous Edinburgh Hotel — The Hotel Indigo — made composing blog posts slower and more complicated than my usual routine, and
- there were many things I needed to do before we got to Edinburgh Airport for our 10:40 AM flight, including (a) finishing packing, (b) rousing Aaron from his few hours of sleep, and (3) retrieving my lost credit card from the wonderful restaurant where my mind had been completely blown the night before by my old comedy teacher’s offer for Aaron to do his stand-up routine at our favorite show of the Fringe Festival this year: Tomorrow! with Ron Lynch.
Because I didn’t check, yesterday, to see if I had used the title “Surprises” before …
…of course there WAS a post with that title: Day 463: Surprises. Coincidentally, that post was written at the end of my most recent trip/adventure (to NYC, with my friend Jeanette, right before I came down with a month-long bout with pneumonia).
Are there signs, there, of anything important?
We shall see. In the meantime, I’m reframing that whole I-Have-to-Title-Each-Post-Differently Rule, right now, as follows:
It doesn’t matter if I use the same title for a post, since my including the post number in each title automatically makes each one unique.
Phew! One less thing to worry about, in my life.
Okay! Time for some signs from the last week, during our round trip from Boston to Philadelphia to Edinburgh to Philadelphia to Boston. And, for this parade of pictures, I’m keeping some personal blogging rules/preferences in place, showing images you’ve not seen before, in order of appearance:
I would like to explain some of those photos, at this point. That last shot shows the lovely Cynthia Levin a/k/a the scathing Linda Lovin, performing at Fingers Piano Bar with Ron Lynch (as described in yesterday’s post, here). The four pictures preceding that show my son, Aaron, performing on yet another Fringe stage, as he was invited to exchange places with the star of that extraordinarily inventive show — the incredible Dr Professor Neal Portenza.
Well, I have many things to do, now that I’m back home in the USA. I will leave you with my last photo of the trip, taken yesterday in the Philadelphia airport:
Thanks to all those who create and read signs, to every single person who contributed to making this post possible, and to you — of course! — for making the trip here, today.