I dragged Robert down to see Sarah Vowell. Neither he or I had been to the Orpheum in ages, I know I had not been since it was still a regular movie theater in '70.
It is a beautiful building but still a bit shabbier than I expected. And Sarah, she was a hoot as I expected. Dressed very plainly, black slacks and top. Sorta awkward, a bit self-effacing but a sharp wit.
Several of Butler's English faculty, but no history ones that I could spot. Jim Erickson - seeing him takes me back to the days when I danced on the edge of Wichita's news media.
I never thought I would do this, but I actually bought a copy of Vowell's latest book and stood in line to get it autographed. Oh, why not? :-)
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