Wednesday, June 27, 2007
City Mouse, Country Mouse
There's always a certain adjustment when you leave Vermont and travel to a more urban environment. Jessamyn West sums up the disconnect nicely in this post from yesterday.
She writes:
The longer I stay in Vermont, the more I'm a gawking slack-jawedtourist when I'm in the city. Look at these PEOPLE. Look how TALL thatBUILDING is. I got to do a lot of late night subway riding. Look howLATE these people are AWAKE. I had tacos out in Redhook while watchinga soccer game. OMG how TASTY is this food?! I paid equal amounts for ataxi ride and a fancy cocktail. Twelve DOLLARS. I got to hang out withten friends at once and it wasn't even a holiday. It sure was fun.
ThenI got in my (unlocked all weekend — you know how this part goes) car todrive home from the train station. When I was just a few miles fromhome, driving along a road(yes it's called notown, I know I know) that is bordered on one side bya river and one side by a pretty steep hill. I saw what I thought was ahorse in the road and slammed on the brakes, skidded a little and cameto a stop next to a moose. We regarded each other for a while in thelight of my headlights on the totally-abandoned-at-10-pm route 107 andthen he trundled off. I've never been that close to a moose in my life.
Good thing she was able to stop. We wouldn't want to lose our internet folk-hero.
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