But it was there, a few years after this movie came out, that I first met Mimi and Joan Baez, though separately and on different occasions. And Joan even gave me a ride home, because this get together although I forget the occasion was at a house up past Foothill though below Baseline, somewhere along the small paved bumpy roads cutting through the citrus groves and by then it was long after sundown. And although I could have easily walked a few miles home and even made it faster by shortcutting through the orange groves in the moonlight, she offered me a lift and she was driving a Jaguar.

A Jaguar! I promised her I wouldn't get nervous and throw up in her car [way cool in joke, because she threw up in a friend's car on her way to her first performance at Bridges Auditorium, and I am so cool because Joan Baez offered me a lift in her Jag, you see]. And because it seemed I was a budding writer, I even got a phone call from her later, wherein she described a really cool bus trip she and Mimi had taken all the way down to the very tip of Baja, California. And among other things how they stopped and got off along the way there and stayed in a lady's house who offered them a room for a little bit of money, and they hung out and talked with the lady. She would talk and tell them about herself and her life and her village, and she was nice but would periodically take out a can of bug spray and douse the room. And because I was in that damn town while listening to stories about far away places, I wondered to myself if that brand of repellent would be effective against wasps.

But the point of this is, Joan Baez gave me a ride home and every bit in the same way as if one of my friends would have, and we had a little conversation.  ¶ 2/18/2007 04:04:00 PM