I drove yesterday! This is kind of a big deal for me as I rely whole heartedly and sometimes broken-heartedly on public transportation. Have for years. Though yesterday I drove several cast members in a short film I’m making to a farm outside West Chester, Pennsylvania to shoot footage. That footage is currently making my editor laugh. It’s a comedy so that’s a good thing.
The driving I do is pretty weak. I’m a bad driver. The last time I drove on the highway was in the summer of 2008. Dan Tovrov and I drove cross country from the east coast and back. We drove to a farm on that trip too.
My good friend Maya Kosak worked on an educational farm in Palo Alto, California in 2008. That summer she took a cross country trip as well. Our paths crossed three times.
First Dan and I stayed at Maya’s parents in Silver Spring, Maryland where the police were called on us. It was dark on the suburban street and we couldn’t read the addresses on people’s doors so we investigated. We weren’t doing anything wrong, though it must have been illegal because four police cars showed up. A woman had dialed 911 about suspicious cat burglars on her street.
On the streets of Asheville, North Carolina we ran into Maya drinking coffee with another young woman. She and her boyfriend-future-husband had biked from DC to Asheville as the beginning of their trip which made Dan and I ashamed how much time we spent in our car. This may have been when we decided to get a basketball to get some exercise in whenever we could.
On the other side of the county was the last time we saw Maya on this trip. She was at the farm in California. We’d had a good stay in Phoenix, a chaotic few days of where to stay in SoCal and then gross consumerism in Las Vegas and Nevada. Bryce and Zion Canyons and Park City, Utah were good cleansers and Palo Alto finished the job. We stayed and played on the farm in the evenings and mornings and spent the afternoons in San Francisco. It was a beautiful area with wonderful people. Maya and Max’s friends, roommates and local hang outs were wonderful and pleasant.
This picture comes from a morning Dan and I made breakfast out of goat’s milk, fresh eggs and whatever else we could find. I’m ship shape.
