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The Epic Car-Saga by Alison Shearer |
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Home > What's New > Caramoor Blog > The Epic Car-Saga by Alison Shearer
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October 22, 2010
So my car was towed. Monday morning, at 5:55am the NYPD dragged my poor Honda all the way from 112th and St. Nicholas Boulevard to 38th Street and 12th Avenue, thereby squashing my day. I stepped onto my block that morning to find my car missing! Stolen? Towed… and was forced to begin my heavy-hearted journey down to 38th street to retrieve my car. Existential quandaries ensued as I trekked towards the river: why me? Why today? Do I throw myself into despair or do I triumph above the injustice? Fate was against me and my poor Honda.
The dingy tow-lot and the hour long wait certainly didn’t foster a triumphant attitude. The women behind the tow-counter glared at me as though I’d committed a felony, and the stench of the place was enough to make me hurl. The final price of injustice: $300! Outrageous! I finally got in my little Honda and began the drive up to Caramoor, calming down slightly as I was able to finally escape the island of Manhattan.
As I merged onto the Saw Mill parkway, things began to change. I noticed the colorful fall leaves and heard the voice of Soterios Johnson on NPR’s Morning Edition; I remembered I had a chocolate Luna Bar in my purse (breakfast!); I realized that I could watch the AMC season finale of Rubicon On Demand later that evening. Maybe fate wasn’t completely against me – just maybe this was supposed to happen. Maybe the injustice of the NYPD was a lesson wrapped in an awful disguise, kind of a like a date wrapped in an undercooked slab of bacon.
I zipped along the highway, shocked by my newfound destiny: I was supposed to harness the energy and practice— create something profound! Out of tribulation comes triumph and this was my moment! I finally pulled into Caramoor, albeit several hours later than intended, and confronted my huge pile of work. True, the initial excitement wore off a bit as I dove into my email inbox, but the creative energy still remained. A few days later I am still inspired by the plight of my poor Honda, and I can’t wait to lock myself away for a day of composing and practicing. Hopefully it won’t take another towing incident to get the creative juices flowing. (Just a word to the wise: don’t park too close to a fire hydrant!)
1 Comment Leave a comment
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Mike RIvett says:
I'll give you a 9 out of 10.