Wasn’t it just yesterday that The Lord Erroll flooded and closed? When it did, it felt surreal, even to those who typically don’t visit it, like yours truly. It almost felt like KICC had flooded and drowned. It was a tragedy of titanic proportions. But then they reopened and sprung back like nothing happened.
Last week, an old great friend called and asked, “Would you like to have tea at The Lord Erroll?” It was a little after 6 pm, on an overcast, gray evening. “Tea?” I asked, “What am I, British? And why Lord Erroll?” She said it was halfway between where we both live. I threw on a jacket and a hat and headed out.
