A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Friday, June 01, 2007

On the Set of Brotherhood Again

I've been driving for over forty years, and I can get from A to B without cracking up my car. I drive defensively. And after a couple of stiff speeding tickets for letting the Mercedes do no more than what she was designed to do, I've learned my lesson and keep to a reasonable speed. Still, driving is not anywhere near the top of the list of things I'd call myself any good at.

I failed the driving test the first time I took it, steering so clumsily around a corner that I went up onto the curb. I never did master a standard transmission. Occasionally I have to take a 15-foot truck to Yale or Harvard to pick up books or supplies, but I sweat over backing it up and into tight places. My grandmother didn't drive, my mother didn't drive, and my daughter doesn't drive. Maybe it just doesn't run in the family.

The great thing about background extra work is getting to pretend you're something you're not. For most of the people I work with in films, that means getting dolled up and casually exiting a limo, eating in a high-end restaurant or club, dancing at an over-the-top wedding reception. Not me. Been there, done that.

Being a bus driver, on the other hand...!!!! That's something I can take real vicarious pleasure in. Slouching casually back from the dusty lot towards the depot with a fellow driver, shoulders a little slumped after a hard day of piloting that yellow behemoth up hills and around cul-de-sacs....for me, that took some acting.

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