Curator Jessica and I were on Scenic Route 124 headed for Letart Falls, Ohio, where I wanted to see if an old gas station / convenience store / teenage hangout I had photographed in 1968 was still standing. About 1.9 miles down the road from Racine, and 3.9 miles from Letart Falls, I pulled off onto the shoulder.
“Hop out,” I said to Miz Jessica. “I need some scale in the photograph. Go down that way a bit and start walking back toward the city limits sign, please.”
After I popped off a few frames, she asked what I was REALLY trying to accomplish. Mistrust is an ugly thing in one so young.
“Well, now that you’ve finally hit 30, I thought this would be a photograph of you approaching Antiquity.”
I don’t think ‘guy’ is the word she used
“Wait here, Wiseguy (I’m pretty sure ‘guy’ isn’t the word she used). Go stand under that sign. I may be APPROACHING Antiquity, but you’ve already arrived.”
To add insult to injury, she said she doesn’t like it when I walk behind her because “I can feel old age creeping up on me.”
I’m going to have to start auditioning new Road Warriorettes. I’m just not getting the respect and reverence I deserve.
