You may be wondering why I titled both song and album Kosmosshif. Well, here’s the story of the century:
Back in January, I was desperate for a car, since Amy doesn’t own one and I just moved from a place where public transportation was king to a place where the house feels fairly remote without a personal vehicle. Fortunately my friend Bryan showed up from Rhode Island where he’s currently studying landscape architecture to help us with this pursuit. We eventually found a 1991 Suzuki Sidekick in Burlington on sale through Craig’s List for $1000. I had just enough savings to avoid having to take out a loan, and proceeded to contact the seller for more information. It turned out that she was leaving for Colorado that very day and was about to give it to a friend to sell for an extra $500 if no one would take her offer, even though there were a few people who tried bargaining the price down to no avail.
If you’ve never seen a Suzuki Sidekick (or its twin brother the Geo Tracker), it’s an interesting sight to behold. It’s a precursor to an SUV, but it’s lighter and narrower, and thus especially prone to flipping over if you’re not careful (which I assure you I AM). Of course, because she was leaving that day, she needed the transaction in cash, so Bryan and I headed down to the bank to empty out most of my savings. As we were waiting in line, we saw on CNN that a town in Texas spotted a UFO in broad daylight and stood in awe as to how something like that made it onto national news. Then when we sealed the deal with the lady who was to leave in an hour, she told us that she wasn’t the first owner of the car, but it was blessed through a Jewish ceremony by the people who originally sold it to HER.
We did an internet translation of spaceship in Yiddish, and “Kosmosshif” was christened. Well, maybe “christened” is the wrong word…but you get the idea.