Well, not exactly. But close. Very close.
The phrase, “OK, Time to Fly!” comes from a tourist book I came across in Prague when it was still under communist rule, and it captures a forthright if misguided era.
Closer to home, it’s a train to NYC, a night with N there, the new Batali restaurant, a new play by Lonergan, and a late dinner at Il Buco Alimentari.
Then, yes, time to fly: JFK on Monday to Narita. And from there to Roppongi to meet with K, Ginza the next day to meet with F, then K, and back to Roppongi to meet with K, T, K, and R. On Thursday it’s back to Sapporo.