The Data Port was not intended to be a monthly, but that seems to be what it’s turned into. Stuff has intervened--- some of it important and sad (the death of a dear friend) and some of it a series of those little disturbances of man that madden, distract, and depress.
Two important projects have been pleasant. I’m working in the Rogue Theatre’s production of “The Cherry Orchard,” which has just gone into rehearsal, and Katherine and I are home from a two-thousand-mile-long motorcycle trip.
The ride suggested lots of mechanical tinkering on the hack and the Rogue project looks to be a six-day a week rehearsal schedule, so there are plenty of distractions. But I feel like writing again, and God knows there’s plenty to write about.