Have you ever wondered what the staircase to a writer's office looks like? Well, wonder no more. Pictured above is the Dragon Staircase, which leads to my own office. It's typical for a writer's abode. You'll note that it has the standard bottle of champagne on every other step. With, you'll note, a bottle of Perrier substituting for one champagne bottle, just in case a teetotal should ever come to visit.
Okay, yes, I'm being whimsical. What happened was that Marianne decided to refinish the stairs the other day and, since they were still being used, varnished every other step using champagne bottles to mark those that were safe to step on and then, when the first set were dry, shifted the bottles and varnished the rest.
And why do we have so much champagne on hand? Well . . . when you're doing as well as Marianne and I are, we find that it's useful to stock up for the inevitable celebrations.
And if you knew Dr. Jenkins . . .
The English Department of W & M is having a memorial to Dr. David Clay Jenkins on December 1 in the Great Hall of the Wren Building, at 7:00 p.m. From Philadelphia, that's a 75-hour drive. But I will be there. I owe him that much and more. If you knew him and thought well of him, I'm sure you'd be welcome too.
If, however, you didn't know him but had a teacher once to whom you owe a lot, consider this: A few years ago, belatedly realizing that Dr. Jenkins was, like the rest of us, mortal, I got in touch with him and set a date to see him and thank him for all he'd done. Now I don't have to experience the regret of not having done so.
It was, in the final analysis, a gift to myself.
And why, you ask, is it called the Dragon Staircase?
Actually, you didn't ask. But if anybody does ask, I'll tell you on Monday.