There’s a scene in the musical Mame when Auntie Mame and her nephew Patrick hop onto a fire engine for a ride while the chorus sings:
Open a new window, open a new door,
Travel a new highway that’s never been tried before…
When I was a child, this was my vision of what kind of adult I wanted to be, a madcap free spirit whose life is a constant adventure.
So I’m especially pleased that I got to go for a spin in a snowplow.
I was shoveling the driveway talking with Cool Neighbor Brooke and her husband David, who she loans to me periodically when I have heterosexual needs involving tools, when along came the snowplow. When the driver saw me, he leaned out the window to ask me if there was a ditch in front of the house. I walked up to the truck and realized that we knew each other. Moments later I was in the cab and off for a tour of the ‘hood. Luckily, David was there to take the picture.
I’ll be honest—I haven’t really planned much how I was going to end this project. But I couldn’t have asked for a better experience for the last week. Not because riding in a snowplow is so special (though I was very impressed watching that sucker up), but because it confirmed to me that I was living the life I always dreamed of living, the sort of life I was afraid I was losing when I began this year. For not only am I the kind of person who leaps into snowplows, I’m also the kind who knows the driver.
I’d like to think Auntie Mame would have been proud.