Everything’s OK
My sister was driving my car when she got smashed from behind by a Dodge Ram. She’s OK, but we’re worried that she may suffer future ouchies from this, which is especially bad because she depends on her body for work. She’s a dancer.
As I said in the last post, her accident is a perfect metaphor for Jackson Hole to Los Angeles. But, it’s not a sign that I should move back. My friend E says this city has a way of telling us “Just so you know, this isn’t going to be easy.”
Her boyfriend witnessed someone getting shot in the back at 10 a.m. on a busy street. And, while E’s mom thinks that means he should get outta town, he’s now even more motivated to make it work here, and accept the craziness of this place.
I think my sister had the same reaction. And, despite the car accident, the traffic tickets, the heat, the hours in front of the computer while she was here, Anna and I had a wonderful time together. And, I think everyone I love should move here.
Here’s the pic she included in a group email to the fam. It’s called Ice Pack Quarterback.
