Is there any place on earth that smells better than a Laundromat? It’s like a rainy Sunday when you don’t have to get out from under your covers, or like lying back on the grass your father’s just mowed—comfort food for your nose. When I was little my mom would take hot clothes out of the dryer and dump them on top of me where I was sitting on the couch. I used to pretned they were a single skin, that I was curled tight beneath them like one large heart.
The other thing I like is that Laundromats draw lonely people like metal to magnets. There’s a guy passed out on a bank of chairs in the back, with army boots and a T-shirt that says Nostradamus Was an Optimist. A woman at the folding table sifts through a heap of men’s button-down shirts, sniffing back tears. Put ten people together in a laundromat and chances are you won’t be the one who’s worst off.
“Rosie’s is what Starbucks wishes it was: electric and funky, crammed with patrons who at any time might be reading Russian lit in its original tongue or balancing a company’s budget on a laptop or writing a screenplay while mainlining caffeine.”—My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult
Not very many people deserve to be written about. I don’t. And, I’ve finally comes to terms with that. My life is not one of triumph—I have fought no Battle of Gettysburg nor triumphed over a monster such as Beauwolf.
I met Jordan three summers ago. We’ll get there later. Anyways, I hate long prefaces (which I, as a reader, usually skip completely) so all I have to say is this: Jordan’s story is one of triumph. Read it and you’ll be inspired—not inspired to take up a sword with Achilles and fight off (name). But you will be inspired, hopefully as much as I have by her friendship. Or at least a little. But, I’ve found my something that demands to be written (thank you Rilke), and it’s snapshots of a life of triumph.
This is the story of Jordan Wrinkle, who preferred to be called Scout.
chapter 1. the girl in the red vest and 100 degree weather.
The first time I met Jordan she had hiked to my house. Now, I say hike primarily because she was wearing a eggplant purple pack—not a little jansport to carry her schoolbooks about but a full-fledge 5000 cubic inches backpacking pack. She had on Chacos and a red down vest…
chapter 2. guru: the dog that was killed.
chapter 3. a car named zippy: coast to coast.
chapter 4. skateboarding to santa monica and coloring with crayons.
chapter 5. vw bugs, lightning storms, and red wine. and good cries.
chapter 6. 142 alpine drive goleta, CA
chapter 7. The corner table—organic oatmeal and gourds
The Well of Souls required 7000 snakes, though the only poisonous snakes on set were the cobras. However, one crew member was bitten by a python on set. To shoot the scene where Indiana comes face-to-face with the cobra, a glass sheet was put between Ford and the animal, partially visible when the light hits it at a certain angle. Unlike the character he portrayed, Ford does not actually have a fear of snakes; Spielberg was not afraid either, but seeing all the snakes on the set writhing around made him “want to puke”.
“when you do not know
and when you know
you do not know
and when you think you do you die
and when you do do not think you grow
are we left here in the dark
or are we left here in the light
it seems to me that both are true
and it’s up to us to know what’s right”—mason jennings.