Jacqueline and I went to the Blanton last Thursday night for a lecture, but no one was present when we arrived, a little late already, and the doors were locked. Then, on the ground, ON THE GROUND! where it is dark, by our feet, not on the door where you’d expect it, was a poster-board sign with permanent marker directions for the new building location – which the lecture had apparently been moved to… and an arrow pointing…straight? Neither of us were familiar with the building mentioned, so we started walking in the direction the arrow appeared to point. Almost too much of a distance later, we came to another poster-board note pointing…straight still? Okay. Walking along. There’s a street to cross, guess keep straight? Almost another too much of a distance later, we come to third poster-board note pointing…left? And then, not too far away, but not on the ground where we’ve come to expect it, is the final poster-board stuck on the doors of a building. We enter, 20 minutes late. Someone is up there talking. We think it is the speaker until he says, “It is my pleasure to introduce Zach Booth Simpson.