Pocahontas Never Came Home – Day 1
I came home yesterday on an Amtrak train that took 2 hours longer than the ridiculous 7 it was scheduled to take. I was supposed to be on an earlier, quicker train, which I missed due to bad traffic and hordes of swollen tourists blocking my path as they enjoyed the view in an around Penn Station. I mean, Jesus people! When a sweaty girl is running at you with a suitcase, just grab your cinnamon soft pretzels and get the fuck out of her way! Don’t pose your family for a picture in her path! Don’t let your fat children run in front of her and stand in her path whining for donuts! And DON’T TRY TO HIT ON HER AS SHE RUNS. Jerks.
On the train, I sat next to an overly tanned and perfumed woman named Maddy. Maddy was an Army nurse for 20 years, and she’s been to every country – every country “except Australia and South America, but all the other countries: Korea, Japan, Europe, France….” When she noticed me watching The Specialist on my computer, she told me “Ooooh, I lived near some of those places in Germany – Auschwitz, Dachau, just awful.” Which I found curious since Auschwitz is in Poland. So possibly I was sitting next to a retired army nurse, possibly a crazy lady, possibly both. Either way I heard her (fake? real?) life story told over and over again to any passenger that would listen. She finally shut up when I started playing Gandhi with the subtitles on so she could watch it, too. Always the peace-maker, that Gandhi.
When we were pulling in to Richmond, I had to move a bunch of bags and crutches to get to my suitcase. A gigantic woman came up and started yelling at me for “touching her things”. What was weird was that she kept yelling “I know you didn’t know! But those are mine! I know you didn’t know!” So I assumed she was not angry with me, but just a little high-strung. But then she grabbed the crutches – because obviously, that was probably what I was most interested in – and stood guard next to her bags until I got off the train. Damn her! I almost completed my glorious stolen crutches tower to the sun!!! Curses.
Oh, but if you haven’t seen Gandhi – totally see it. Ben Kingsley is crazy good, and it makes an especially nice follow-up to Farenheit 9/11 and Control Room.
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August 26th, 2008 at 4:54 pm
Hey, hi! Look at me, I’m totally in your past. A little more than three years ago. Do you ever come back here and read this stuff? If you do, do you ever think, “Wow, did I really write this?”
I don’t live in the NY/NJ area anymore, so I don’t think I’ll be seeing your shows (my loss). But I like reading your stuff so I’ll probably be around here and there. Until I get lost.