Photos: (Mostly) Garry Armstrong
And here are the questions:
What, in your opinion, is the point to life?
Honestly? To live it as best you can. That’s the whole thing.
Do the best you can. Make the world as good as you are able. Make yourself the best version of you can. Within the limits of your physical, financial, and mental abilities, do the BEST you can.
No one can do more than that.
What was your most recent lie? You don’t have to get really specific obviously.
I haven’t been doing much lying. I probably do the most — if you can call it that — at the doctor. I tend to say I’m fine when I’m not. But I see nothing to be gained by complaining. They know what’s going on. They know I hurt, they know the issues I’m dealing with and they are very sympathetic, so why make the visit harder?
Is this a real “lie” or is just avoiding making a problem worse? In some cases, it’s me trying to not waste everyone’s time explaining what everyone already knows. So I say “I’m fine” and everyone knows what I mean.
What do you think?
What country do you consider the most strange?
I really think this is the most strange country in the world.
We aren’t one country. We are many countries glued together by a map. I don’t remember who said it — I think it was a comedian on Colbert the other night — who pointed out “where, other than the flag and possibly English, does New York have to do with Utah? Or Vermont have to do with Louisiana?
We are really a bunch of countries divided by huge rivers and giant mountains. We don’t share the same type of weather or speak English the same way. So of course — we don’t understand each other and that’s even when we are trying to understand.
We also have very different needs in various parts of the country. We live such different lives! Even the food we eat is different.
We are supposed to be “one nation” but we aren’t. Various parts of the nations are shockingly different from one another.
Cities are more like each other than rural areas are. Wealthy areas are very different than poor ones.
We should be at least four, maybe five different countries. At least. Maybe more.
What’s your funniest story involving a car?
When I was learning to drive, my husband’s car was a “three on the column.” Not a four or five on the floor, but on a bar on the driver’s wheel. Since there was no fourth gear, first and third were in the same position. Up.
I remember driving down the hill and thinking “Don’t forget to shift into first. Don’t forget to shift into first. Don’t forget.”
I stripped the gears and the transmission had to be rebuilt. Lucky it was cheaper to fix cars back then, isn’t it? Boy, did I feel STUPID!