New Day #216

My Mini-Me finally got his driver's permit. He needs willing passengers, I need new experiences, so it's a win-win. That is, assuming we don't go hurtling into a ditch.

The situation is especially unique because Grant has a disability that left his arms and legs shortened and atrophied. As such, he makes adjustments when using utensils or a computer. What fascinated me in this instance, however, was how ordinary driving is for him. Even more intriguing was seeing a new side of him. Grant's just like me and my readers--an ebullient theater geek with a high-wattage personality. An Edward Zanni.

But he drives like someone's grandmother.

Speaking of theater geeks, here's another ebullient teen doing a shockingly accurate imitation of Patti LuPone in Gypsy. It never ceases to amaze that there's a whole world of us out there.



By way of comparison, here's the real thing:



Compare. Contrast. Discuss.


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New Day #139

While in NY to see Patti LuPone in Gypsy, my dad and I stopped in at the Marriott Marquis to have elevator races. Turns out the hotel's glass elevators are all computerized and what-not, so we had to program where we wanted to go, in which case we kept getting assigned the same one. Still, neither of us had ridden them before, so we cruised up to the 45th floor.

It felt like being shot into space in a lunar module. Or one of those pneumatic tubes at the bank.

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