Dearest Blog Reader,
Once, after a really tough day at work as a teacher, I decided to walk home in the rain. This was in my pre-driver’s license, pre-owning-a-car days, and I had been unable to find a ride home. The thought of staying one more minute at school was unbearable, so I packed up everything, and began the 4 mile trek home. As it began to rain, a big pick-up truck stopped next to me. “Ma’am, do you need a lift.” “Yes, sir. Thank you very much. I live on Island Point Drive.” “Well, then, we are neighbors, no trouble at all.”
Besides being drenched, and distraught, I was in a small southern town, so I had few qualms about getting into a car with a stranger.
Listening to this story in a restaurant in New York City, my sister was horrified. “What if you had been killed and thrown in a ditch?!” Joyce said. “Well, they would have figured it out anyways the next day when I wasn’t at school.” “But you would have been dead.” “Yes, I guess.”
Anyways, I write all this to tell you that I am not dead in a ditch! I am alive and well. I’m still in the process of figuring out when I can blog here. In the meanwhile, you can read my posts on remezcla.com. Besides the one on Lorca below, I’ve written a post on this month’s film series at New York City’s Casa Mezcal, and a guide to father’s day.
Thanks for reading. How are you?