I love everything about this! Each entry is a poem & an enclosed world of wonder. I particularly relate to the Carvel taste comparison. Dang, I forgot how I lived for my first solo walk to Carvel in Bayside, emerging triumphant with that waxy, delicious Cherry Bonnet. I can still call up the taste.
I believe the last donut I ate was in 1991 after a 24 hour journey overnight on 2 flights to Kauai, Hawaii. I needed that donut. It was that good. When I see donuts in a shop now, I can only return to that pit stop on the road to Haena where I swam with three sharks circling me, in awe of their snouts and eyes, wondering why I could even remain still for so long under water with my mask and tube sipping air. It was the sea that replaced the longing for anything else, including my donut. Oh, I can still have it anytime I want, even on a mountaintop. There is nothing that can replace the odor and taste, the crisp sugar melting, the airy cake and frosting, vanilla spiked and cinnamon. It was warm and a bit gooey. Even your brief story brought it back to me, Paul. I love the experiences you have on the road. A trip for me each time I read about them and the pinpointing signs that carry us through your journeys. Maybe I'll have a donut again soon. But I am wary, not wanting to lose the last most delicious one that haunts me still, that is heavenly. Thanks, C.
That's a crazy movie, very of its time. The guy never has a name - he's simply "the Driver."
Definitely a section filmed outside of Austin, Nevada. as he comes out of the series of turns on the west side of town. Still very recognizable today, 55 years later.
Thanks, C! I am basically off donuts now, but still think about them fondly.
I love everything about this! Each entry is a poem & an enclosed world of wonder. I particularly relate to the Carvel taste comparison. Dang, I forgot how I lived for my first solo walk to Carvel in Bayside, emerging triumphant with that waxy, delicious Cherry Bonnet. I can still call up the taste.
Thanks, El!
I believe the last donut I ate was in 1991 after a 24 hour journey overnight on 2 flights to Kauai, Hawaii. I needed that donut. It was that good. When I see donuts in a shop now, I can only return to that pit stop on the road to Haena where I swam with three sharks circling me, in awe of their snouts and eyes, wondering why I could even remain still for so long under water with my mask and tube sipping air. It was the sea that replaced the longing for anything else, including my donut. Oh, I can still have it anytime I want, even on a mountaintop. There is nothing that can replace the odor and taste, the crisp sugar melting, the airy cake and frosting, vanilla spiked and cinnamon. It was warm and a bit gooey. Even your brief story brought it back to me, Paul. I love the experiences you have on the road. A trip for me each time I read about them and the pinpointing signs that carry us through your journeys. Maybe I'll have a donut again soon. But I am wary, not wanting to lose the last most delicious one that haunts me still, that is heavenly. Thanks, C.
I still want to see the movie "Vanishing Point". I've heard that part of it was filmed in Cisco, UT.
That's a crazy movie, very of its time. The guy never has a name - he's simply "the Driver."
Definitely a section filmed outside of Austin, Nevada. as he comes out of the series of turns on the west side of town. Still very recognizable today, 55 years later.
I like it, but it's a weird movie.