Open Road, Pioneer Spirit

There is a writer that I truly enjoy. Her name is Sue Bender and I think I am attracted to her words because we have matching “issues”. Write now, I am reading- for the fourth time, bits and squiggles of her book “Stretching Lessons”. I keep it by the bed and dip in now and then, nodding my head and saying- “Yea…I get ya….”

I read today how, when she was looking for a retreat where she could write her book in peace, she almost gave up the opportunity of a free space in San Francisco for three weeks because it would have meant sharing the space with cats and she was a not “cat person”. It was not the cats that daunted her- it ws the newness- the risk.

When I was 18, I thought nothing of taking the Ferry from Staten Island over to New York City to ride the subway in the middle of the night just to watch the sparks fly on the tracks. I would go to the airport with a friend and take the next plane to anywhere (that I could afford). I set up housekeeping in my own apartment and took on Madison Avenue before I was in my mid twenties.

In short, I was pretty fearless.

I mean, I opened a PR in Hollywood.

Not much scared me.

Then I moved to the Coachella Valley- and suddenly, I was immobilized.

Freeway Freeze.

HATE the pass…abhor the 91 and I read too many accident reports to have any real rapport with the 10.

For three years now, I have been stranded unless my husband and I go somewhere together.

Then I found the 210!!!!

Follow the yellow brick road!

I don’t know why, but that freeway is my friend!

I am outta here more often than I am in here and that makes it more fun to live here.

Since we met, the 210 has taken me to LA, Pasadena and all points west. It is going to take me in to have lunch with a friend in the Studio City Hills this week.