verdigris

I won’t get into how and why I wound up in the rental car parking lot of the Whiteplains, NY airport at 2am.  The important thing, I think, is that in this car lot, amidst the so-thick-you-can-cut-it-with-a-knife fog, I really needed to figure out how to get to Newburgh, a town aboutr 50 miles north.

Because I didn’t have an iPhone, or other GPS device, I had to reach out to the nearest human.  This happened to be Omar, an aspiring video producer/musician who works the night shift as the lot attendant.  Not only did he give me impeccable directions up the Taconic Parkway (and warned to look out for deer), but we had a pretty fun time hanging out super late at night talking about the uselessness of film school, the joys of producing media, and movies about reggae music.

Maybe I am a simpleton, but I’d trade the iPhone for that.