Even for someone who lives out of a suitcase as much as I do, 2019 was a banner year for travel. By my rough calculations, I spent about 40 nights in hotel rooms or crashing with family on my way to one shenanigan or another. I flew at least three times — possibly four? I’ll figure it out when I do my taxes, and won’t that be fun?
I had tableside guacamole in San Antonio and barbecue in Kansas City and high tea in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. I sold books in Kentucky and Missouri, presented research in Illinois and Oklahoma, climbed Monks Mound and was held over in at least three airports.