it is real now. Today i realized why I'm doing this.
Many amazing encounters so far. Steps of the Met, a train to
Beacon. staying on Emilio's kitchen floor. Charlie's ride in
exchange for a drawing of his baby. A Coney Island hot dog in
Scranton PA- the electric City. Talking my way into the Hilton in
Scranton. A drawing in the Northern Light cafe (drinking good
espresso i might add) avoiding the rain and working on the drawing
for the room i stayed at. The GM of the hotel Charlie's ride to a
truck stop in PA. Vanessa's Ride to the next Truck stop.
which leads us to this afternoon-- I was stuck at a Flying J rest
stop on the 80 in Pennsylvania, sitting there pondering how to meet
people, and more importantly, how to find someone going west toward
State College (where Penn state is).
Up roll these 3 bikes. two Harleys, one vespa-- i felt a bit of
comraderie at that. One looks like a pretty tough biker ( turns
out he used to roll with the Pagans). Anyways the man on the vespa,
David, hears of my plight, and exclaims, 'both my kids are artists.
they went to RISD. we'd love to help you out.' next thing i know,
he's bribed another truck to take my bags, and i'm on the back of the
Harley with Mike. We roll out, with Ian and Paul (sound and DP) in
the back of the pick up, traversing some of the prettiest farm country.
I was struck at how unreal this whole thing is. How unbelievably
kind people have been.
succumbing to fate.
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