New Identity

I found a new stamp for my header.
It came in the mail yesterday by synchronicity.

So, I don’t have sheep and I don’t eat wheat,
but the cow is a cross between
Daisy and Frisco!

I’ll send a necklace to the first person to guess
what country it’s from.

(you might need to clear your cache to see the change)

It’s NEW ZEALAND! Thistles and all. Dated 1956.
Sarah L, email me your mailing addy!
Thanks for playin’, all of you

Wings

At one point in my life, I had the phone numbers for Greyhound, Amtrak,
and three airlines memorized.

Now,

this

is an unusual

sight.

{ but I flew last week, and these were my wings. }

Memory Lane

At one point during my woeful computer zonking last month, I dug out a rarely-used external hard drive and found treasure on it!
Scans from my cross-country Vespa ride (during which I shot only film).
Many photos have been posted, over the years, on Vespa Vagabond,
but here are some new ones….

Wyoming. About 100 miles from where I now live.

Pawling, New York. The house where I was born.

Like An Acid Trip Without The Acid

~ plain text version is HERE ~

Drive

This morning, I drove the ambulance on a call for the first time. I didn’t want to. The PRESSURE! Not just one life to be responsible for, but three! The patient’s, my partner’s, and mine. And everyone else on the road, for that matter. And the rig is huge ~ it’s an off-road, 4WD, mountain ambulance. I sat straight up in the driver’s seat, clenching my abs so that the rest of me – mind and body – would not be so tense.

Five minutes in, I was loving it. Lights flashing, I sped by two highway patrol. Cars, trucks, and semis slowed and parted in deference. I didn’t even have to wait at the wretched construction zone ~ the flaggers waved me through, and the pilot car, midway through a one-lane-only stretch, pulled his string of vehicles over to the shoulder as I zipped by unhindered. This, I thought, is what it must be like to be Mick Jagger.

Driving back from the hospital, I was relegated to “normal person” status: no patient, no lights flashing. I was alone – my partner stayed in town to go linoleum shopping with her husband – and while I was sitting, waiting, waitingggg at the construction zone, I found a camera in a side pocket of the ambulance. And I took pictures. And then I fixed the date. It hasn’t been 2010 for a while.