Yesterday I took Lyft to my doctor’s office and on the way there I reminisced with my Turkish driver about my trip to his country in 1997 and on the way home I heard from my Syrian driver about his forced exile from his homeland. As we entered River Reach, I pointed out the boat-lined canals that make it an island.
“Do you have a boat?” he asked me.
“No,” I said. “I’m a writer. I don’t have the money.”
He asked me if I’d read Noam Chomsky.
Later it occurred to me that if I can’t travel abroad this summer I could just ride Lyft around town.
