On Monday very early morning I fly out to New Jersey, for the next series of book events. My time in Rochester, and the book party here, have been so extraordinary I’m confident of nothing less.
The week began with three events on the calendar, and has blossomed into a schedule much like my time in my old home town. I’m glad of it, even though the pace leaves me exhausted. I want to take advantage of every single opportunity that’s there to talk about the book, to hear the very moving stories people seem willing to share, and to have the always curious experience of returning as a 71 year old to a place I first knew at the age of 18. All but one or two of the faculty I knew during my college experience are dead. The campus looks much the same; only one new building has been added since the late 1960’s. There will be young men on campus now; this September, the College went co-ed. Rod’s, at the Madison Hotel just off campus, looks the same — still has the train car for drinks and dinner. If you watched the Sopranos, you might have seen the episode where Tony and Christopher sit outside drinking straight from a bottle of good wine. As a college student I never went to Rod’s, because I didn’t have the money. Now I walk quite comfortably into the bar — which I actually prefer to the sit-down restaurant — to order dinner. The bartenders are well school in chatting with single guests, making it a social experience. I leave a generous tip.
Will be posting throughout the week, so plan to come along. 🙂