Sorry for being so blatantly self-promotional but just don't have the time these days for subtlety. 51 Birch Street is being held over at the Cinema Village in NYC and the release is expanding today to suburban screens in Rye and Roslyn. And aside from all the other exciting things going on -- like, Oprah's people calling, a screening at my alma mater (Cornell), and being celebrated on the opinion page of my home town paper -- I've also been getting a few hundred emails a day. Not just simple congrats, either, but long, personal and very detailed emails from both total strangers and people I go a long ways back with. In other words, not the kind of emails you can give a simple reply to. I'm about a week behind, so if you're one of those good folks I haven't responded to yet, don't be too pissed off. I fully intend to get back to each and every one.
Then there's my fathers' health -- he had a mild heart attack the night before last while I was up in Ithaca, which gave us all a huge scare. Luckily, the paramedics came quickly and he had a pacemaker put in this morning. He sounded great when I spoke to him, and Kitty reported he's having a fabulous time flirting with the nurses.
Anyway, more to come soon. And more subtle, too, I promise.