This picture fell out of a box a few days ago while looking for a photo of Dad's red Chevy. I've been searching for it years. I'm sitting in front of Nandi statue in Mysore, India. It's November 2000 and I remember the the journey up the hills. My tut-tut driver, like a church lady with the hottest town gossip, announces that Al Gore just won the election . Having spent a good part of the Clinton-era working in DC, I'm feeling rather pleased about it. The news was like sweet incense to heighten an already glorious moment.
I successfully been avoiding the pantsuit-combover vortex that is the 2016 time-suck. Until today. I walked into the poling station at 7:10am like it was the Métiers d’Art runway feeling only slightly bummed that I wasn’t wearing an all white pantsuit. While the world collectively tunes into the results, I resound to remember that regardless of […]
“But Dad, I’m only nine and I can barely reach the pedals!” I protested. “Jump in. I’ll teach you,” he replied. Grabbing a phone book, he explained the difference between the gas and brake, then I drive him to his brother’s farm, in a trance of terror. “Slowing-down-to-turn” wasn’t part of our one minute lesson, so Dad grabbed the […]