S. and I went to see Margaret Atwood and we ran int Southern Beale. We did not see the mayor who missed a funny, charming speech that involved quite a bit of singing, which I was very tickled by.
She even handled the questioner who just wants to say something but it never leads to a question. If you’re in academia, I’m sure you know the type. But she handled him gracefully even while I was physically cringing.