Notes From Nowhere

This is not quite a political statement about our daily mass shooting. Rather, I went to the post office in Princeton, NJ. Four people in the line ahead of me. After about two minutes it became clear that this would take a while (40 minutes as it turned out…). I passed the time by taking pictures of this no guns sign.

These four from a trip to Knoxville, Tennessee, sometime earlier this year. So I board what must be the smallest commercial jet ever, and find myself sitting right next to one of my favorite filmmakers, Jim Jarmusch, with two band members nearby. Quick message before takeoff to a family member: please send me an innocent conversation starter, like “I like your movies, especially The Hangover Part III”? Anyway, it’s too late now.