The inestimable, incomparable Zara Potts and I will be bringing the ruckus back from New Zealand and Australia this June, with a cross-country road-trip spectacular that starts and finishes in LA, proceeds through Vegas, Denver and Chicago en route to New York, and swings back through Nashville, Baton Rouge, Dallas, and, possibly, Roswell, before bouncing back and forth from LA and San Francisco a little.
I personally have a few humble goals to knock off my across-the-USAniverse itinerary, such as see the florist’s store when Dion O’Banion bought it in Chicago, 1924, get baptised in a river somewhere, and make sweeping generalisations about every state we pass through based on the entirety of my prior experience (‘This isn’t Heaven! It’s <i>Iowa</i>).
We touch down on June 5 at LAX. Come say hi.
On the trip, that is. Not just at LAX.