Waking up in Toledo, Ohio and getting ready to catch a flight home in a few hours. That'll take the rest of the day.
I think my talk at the Toledo Museum of Art went well. I'd guess about 100 people showed up. I'm always my worst critic, and went to sleep last night thinking of all the things I wish I'd said, or said differently, but the very nice people who paid to bring me out here seemed to think they got their money's worth. The LitGraphic exhibition is wonderfully staged. I couldn't have been treated more graciously, I happily spent a few hours yesterday walking Toledo with a local and think it's a fine city, and the museum itself is a very impressive gem.
More later, with a few photos.
Thanks to the friends and strangers who left kind comments on my previous post. I was feeling more reflective than melancholy when I wrote it, and I'm afraid it came off sadder than I intended. I think of Mom often, some days more than others, and Oct. 1 will always be one of the "more" days. But most of my memories are happy ones, and when I think of her, I usually smile.