November 23, 2009
Taking flight
![[IMAGE] Kenmore Air view](/blog/blogpix/flight.jpg)
…about the musicMoving. Always.
Yes, home again. After 17 days on the road. In the air, in hotels, in meetings, in rehearsals, in concert halls, in lecture halls, in receptions, in universities, in homes and apartments, in museums, in trains and cars and ferries and buses and taxicabs, in restaurants and bars and coffee houses and clubs, in elevators and up and down stairs and escalators and sidewalks and sometimes wondering where the heck I was going but all-times having a great time getting there and back.
Next week I begin another trip. Five cities. Six planes. Eighteen days.
I will be looking up at trees for partridges.
Glenn Buttkus said,
November 25, 2009 @ 6:20 am
Gee, welcome back and bon voyage, and may you “via con Dios”. You are just in time for Thanksgiving. But didn’t you mention once that you are a vegetarian of sorts? So what kind of fare do you and Charles whip up? I love that mp3, Sonata for Piano @ :53. Beatrix really tickles those ivories. Living out of a suitcase can be tedious. I worked on the road for years, and motels, hotels, and restaurant food used to wear me out. But you seem to thrive on it.
Here is the Shapiro poem of the week:
Moving. Always.
Yes, home again.
After 17 days on the road.
In the air,
in hotels,
in meetings,
in rehearsals,
in concert halls,
in lecture halls,
in receptions,
in universities,
in homes and apartments,
in museums,
in trains
and cars and ferries and buses and taxicabs,
in restaurants
and bars and coffee houses and clubs,
in elevators
and up and down stairs
and escalators and sidewalks
and sometimes wondering
where the heck I was going but all-times
having a great time getting there
and back.
Next week I begin another trip.
Five cities.
Six planes.
Eighteen days.
I will be looking up at trees
for partridges.
Alex Shapiro November 2009