and indeed it is. Just delivered my favored car a 911 C4S to the new owner. It is akin to giving up something to which you are attached in the way one becomes attached to something outside oneself. Inexplicable but none the less, sad and sweet. The new owner sold me the previous 911 so it is a gift back to him, this newer model. I revel in the sound of the engine, the feel of the car as it accelerates as it moves from one lane to the other, the way it lays down around the curves and owns the road on the straightaway. Rather akin to owing a hybrid cat/dog personality. Only those women friends who care about automobiles will sympathize, and I appreciate and know who you are! Now I’m back to the Toyota Corolla rental, and it just doesn’t command the same respect on the road. Drivers don’t allow me anything other than the typical car/road space. I do laugh though, to the outside, I am a different persona if I am behind the wheel of a P-car or a T-car. How much ‘clothes’ influence the world’s perception of who they think we are. Even if I am driving a tin-lizzie, I’m still a Porsche driver on the inside.
Today is also the last two shows of The Mousetrap. It has been a phenomenal ensemble run. The house has been filled for every performance [and yes there are other shows playing in Portland] and we lost two shows, never to be recovered, but this is pay day and the run is over; everyone moves on to their next project, their next ‘new stage family’. Endings are so final.