Sunday, June 15, 2008
Last Sunday on my way to a potluck in the furthest outreaches of Brooklyn (It took me an hour and a half on public transportation to get there. Is there any place else in the world you would actually travel and hour and a half to go to a potluck, just to turn around and come back? I did it for you Chris Crosby.) and while walking 25 minutes from the closest train station to get there I saw something that made the trek all worth it. A Delorean car in a tiny driveway in Brooklyn. Yes, an actual Delorean, although not THE actual Delorean. It must have been pushed in to that space because the doors open upward and there is no way they could swing open in that space, but I was very happy to see it.