- Brooklin, Maine, United States
- We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Alex Emond, from southern Saskatchewan: "I found this church by stopping on a hilltop and 'glassing' the surrounding country . It was way off glinting in the sun . Romanian Orthodox , as opposed to Russian or Greek . There was once a bit of a town there but now only the church and a small cemetery . The place is looked after and it seems like it still gets used , maybe not regularly but on occasion . Very quiet . I have been there a few times and have yet to see a soul , a vehicle , but once had some antelope out run my car . They left me like I was standing still and I was going as fast as this dirt road would allow."
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Michael Moore, in Northern California: Caught this ‘50 Chev sedan delivery on First in Benicia last week…note the Olds spinners! And Orange!!! Nice sun visor, too…but I actually prefer the late 'forties. Would kill for one of those [almost]…
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Friday, February 23, 2018
"Best Alfa moment: we bought the Alfa from friends and had to fly out to Kelowna, BC to pick it up. They had owned the car for 5 or 6 years. When we arrived at the airport in Kelowna, Royden had it parked right outside the airport's front doors. She was gleaming and all set for the drive to Manitoba the next day. I got the wheel first. It was a beautiful sunny, warm day as we started out, the sun and warm wind engulfing us in the open convertible. Somewhere around Banff, Alberta I rounded a curve that opened to a long straightaway. In the distance I saw a pack of two Porsches and a BMW roadster approaching I will never forget the sound as they passed....voom, voom, voom. As they passed all three drivers turned their heads to look at our 1986 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce. We also would have created that 'voom' passing them. I always imagine they were thinking, 'What was that?
"Worst Alfa moment: we were driving TransCanada Highway Number 1 from Brandon, Manitoba to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan via Regina, Sask. for a long weekend [4 hours to Regina heading West then 3 hours North, Regina to Saskatoon]. Laurie was driving. was enjoying the hum of the car and watching the scenery. Suddenly, my head flew back and I experienced a throbbing pain in and was covered in liquid. It was as though someone has taken me out from behind the grassy knoll. Turns out I was taken out by a grasshopper while we were doing about 120 km/h. I sported a welt on my head and was covered in grasshopper guts. The spray of guts was everywhere. It reminded me of that old joke.
Q: “What was the last thing that goes through a grasshopper's mind when he hits your windshield?
A: "His anus."
Thursday, February 22, 2018
1975 left Montreal hitchhiked to Berkeley to see a girl, BM, whom I had met on Jericho Beach in Vancouver in '73. Hitchhiked solo from Montreal to Maine to Nashville to New Orleans to El Paso to LA to Bay Area. Spent a week in Berkeley then started north for Banff but got a ride to Mendocino & fell in love with the place (reminded me of Maine) and spent a week in a state park there. Then went on to Missoula, Banff, and Manitoba. In Brandon, Manitoba met up with old friends from Montreal who were in a band, and we drove a '68 Mercury from Brandon to Montreal nonstop in about 30 hours.
1976 I left Montreal with my future brother in law Aidan ONeill in a Chrysler drive-away delivery car to Windsor Ontario. Crossed the bridge to Detroit & picked up a brand new Dodge truck to deliver to Logan Utah, then hitchhiked from Logan UT to Mendocino, on the way got picked up in the desert by 2 crazy brothers who got into a fight and pulled out a pistol in a Denny's parking lot in Reno); then up the coast Mendocino, and to Seattle, where we picked up another driveway truck, a big one, to deliver from Vancouver to Calgary,. It broke down for a while in Salmon Arm BC . We stopped in Banff where Mary B and my cousin Sally Reynolds fed us at the Homestead Restaurant; from Calgary we went to work on the GH Ranch at Sundre Alberta then the grain harvest at Olds, Alberta. I met the BAnff log house crew first time at (Canadian) Thanksgiving dinner, Buffalo Street, 1976.
If my son ever wanted to do that I would do everything possible to stop him, but my father had lived through the wars,(watched a German fighter plane shot down over North London, 1917! Fled Germany in August 1939!) & I guess he figured anything I did was pretty soft by comparison
Oh Banff. Man there's nowhere like it. There was a cougar, and I mean the cat, one night in the parking lot at the Safeway 2 weeks ago. A big one. Bears, okay, even griz, I can handle that. But a cat like that makes me feel like a mouse. We're nothing but prey.
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