I left the Rusticatio Virginiana yesterday afternoon, after several days discussing the future and mission of SALVI, an organization dedicated to living Latin; and after dinner on the road and a long conversation with a friend, I found myself just outside of Liberty, New York, around 1 a.m. My eyes were closing involuntarily, and I was afraid I would crash the car, so I pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the car, walked around a bit in the cool night air, and got back in my vehicle to drive the last twenty minutes home. A car was approaching from the opposite direction, and it slowed down and stopped beside me. Sure enough, it was a police car. The officer lowered his window and asked me what I was doing. And I knew I was in the Catskills again, where it seems I can’t do much of anything without the police knowing about it.
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What happened? How was the interaction? Did you out your feet up on the seat?