What does how you decide to get around say about you?
Our house is in a terrible location for transit. And I’m used to free parking at work, but it’s even worse now - my current gig is in such a fancy building that free valet parking is available. And it’s the coldest winter in four years. Still, for some reason (those reasons?), I’m taking the bus multiple times a week for the first time as an adult. Trying to be more thoughtful about transportation.
And it’s been fine. Only one weird incident last week. I went to a transit meeting in Philips, and took the 21 across the river. When I got out, I saw that a young, large, black man had gotten out, too. And there really aren’t that many young black men in our neighborhood. And I’m carrying some valuable things. And he seemed to be discreetly waiting to see which way I was going to walk.
We cross the street. He really is walking too slowly. I decide to turn and face his general direction. He walks past me and says, “You seem lost!” And I lie a bit and say, “Just in thought!” And he walks past. He’s actually a pretty fast walker, and we walk past the golf course separately.
I confess, I expected him to walk farther than I. Past the mix of fancy houses and less-fancy houses and our house to the apartments. That probably sounds terrible, but there are only ~40 houses, and we’ve lived there for a year, and I’ve never seen him. But he turned and walked up to the house pictured above. And I walked home, and parsed my reaction to the whole thing.
On a seemingly unrelated note, I have had Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on my bedside table for maybe four months. It was a gift, and I have friends who love it. But I don’t love it.
Today, I learned that Robert Pirsig lived in that house while he wrote Zen. This isn’t my photo, it’s from some motorcyclist’s pilgrimage.
What does it all mean?