Yesterday I was driving into San Francisco along the coast, and stopped to pick up a 50-ish-looking lady hitchhiking with a gas can. She got in, saw my fishing rods and said I’m from Montana, best fishing in the world. Then she heard the bluegrass music on the radio and said I’m a musician, I play lead guitar player for Aaron Neville.
She went on to describe other bands she’d played with. Impressive.
Then: I’m a buddhist and have taken the vows of poverty.
You know Mavericks, she asked?
You mean the surf spot?
Yes, well I won the contest. I entered as a boy, they don’t allow women to enter.
You won the whole contest?
Yes. I’m a surfer, I’m going out at Stinson Beach when I get gas.
I handed her a Tiny Homes mini-book as she got out.
I built a little house, she said. I’m a builder.
Inside, outside, USA…