In Austin, Texas.
That’s where I’ll be. In fact, as you read this, that’s where I am.
I’m down here to attend an awards ceremony in which three young writers from Central Texas will be recognized with the Betty X. Davis Award For Young Writers Of Merit.
My mother is not the young writer. She’s 97. And still a writer. And a tennis player. And a political activist.
And she’s had enough of an influence on writers in the Austin area that they decided to develop an annual award in her name. This is the first, there’s a gala event around it, so I don’t think I should miss it.
You can read all about it here.
I’ll be back home on Saturday and ready to share “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner” with you on Sunday.