In a few days, Leesa and I begin The 2023 Tour of the Americas, during which we’ll motor to stops in Cleveland, Chicago, Minneapolis, Duluth, Sault Ste Marie, Ottawa and Montreal before returning to Saratoga Springs. Along the way, we’ll visit my daughters, their significant others, my new granddaughter, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the Chicago Institute of Art, the Canadian Parliament, a brace of upmarket restaurants and meaningful venues as they present themselves. This promises to be a jolly adventure to lands I’ve not seen in many decades. We’ve gotten our shots and visas, purchased Kevlar of all kinds, bulletproofed the car, studied American English language tapes and defensive driving techniques into the wee hours. But yesterday, a matter came to my attention that brought me up all sharpish like. It took the wind out of my sails if I’m being honest.
© 2024 John Oliver
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