Shortly after this photo was taken I ran the truck into my own car. Never having driven a 20′ box truck before I may have been out of my league being behind the wheel. Fortunately, at the moment when I was about to drive away in this thing, Ryan came by and offered to pilot it.
We were on our way to Locust, NJ, where Meg and I will move this summer to try our hand at farming. The girls at Domestic Construction had $10,000 in plexiglass in 4×10 frames painted in CMYK colors for some famous printer company’s promotion. It was destined for the scrap heap unless we could rescue it, so with plans of a colorful greenhouse in mind, we headed south.
I’d completely miscalculated the scale of this job- the truck was jammed full of wood, plexiglass, and other junk on top of it. We pulled everything out, stacked it in the garage and put the extra under a tarp outside the garage. Tom and Ryan were both great sports about it. I’d toldTom earlier on the phone that this would only be a 30-minute job. Clearly I had no idea. All told, it probably took us 2 hours to unload the truck, plus travel time. Along the way, the guys pointed out all the great thins about the area I’ll soon be moving to- mostly strip clubs, liquor stores, and bait-and-tackle shops, with lots of ice cream stands along the road. I’m sure we can find some hidden gems here, at least with the ice cream.
I really hope I didn’t use up too many favors with this job- because it’s only the beginning of our farm adventure, and I know that Meg and I will need all the help we can get from our friends to make it work.
