Getting closer to Lear and Cymbeline

It's fairly late and it's been a long and wonderful day of work and travel, and from this photo, you can wager a guess where we've landed for the night. Phase I of the weekend at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival has begun. Rich and I enjoyed a fabulous meal at what has become our regular Portland pitstop, The Deschutes Brewpub.

Tomorrow morning, we will carry on to Ashland, but not before a very, very special encounter. That will be the start of Phase II.

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.