Much to my surprise, my offer was just accepted by priceline. So the first weekend of August I’m going to Yale to see my friend Jessi’s production of “The New Tenant,” By Eugene Ionesco. Only iffy thing is that I’m flying into Hartford and so I hafta find a way to get to New Haven (and Amtrak is out because my flight gets in after the last train and leaves before the first train). There’s Greyhound. Or, umm, someone with a car.

Even with priceline, the airline ticket was somewhat obscene. But still. Jessi is one of my oldest friends, and it’s always good to know a Yale alum. Right? Maybe I could be president.