The last few months have been an absolute frenzy. In the middle of May, I graduated from the University of Missouri in Columbia with a degree in Magazine Writing and a creative writing minor. One of the highlights of the weekend-long festivities came when I spotted a bearded figure next to a readheaded girl in the crowd at graduation. Low and behold, it was Nick and his girlfriend Meg! I couldn’t believe that they had coordinated with my parents to come to cheer me on as I made my final steps as a college student. We later celebrated at the excellent mid-century Country Club of Columbia. The night makes me smile, as I know it will for the rest of my days.
You can tell by my slacking here on AAA, I haven’t had much time for anything. While school was winding down, I also landed my first full-time job. I couldn’t be more excited to say that it’s not only in my field, it’s a staff position at The Rodder’s Journal—one of the top dogs of hot rod and custom car publishing. Glossy photos, long-form writing and a wealth of historical information are mainstays.
With the change of job came a change of scenery. Rather than moving back to Michigan or staying in Missouri, I moved west, very west to the city of San Francisco. The trip started with visiting my brother, Andrew, for his Army graduation in Lawton, Oklahoma, and took me across the country. I traced as much of Route 66 as I possibly could. Although TRJ is based in South San Francisco, I am not only living in the Bay Area—I’m living in the Bay on Yerba Buena Island. (There are tons of interesting, abandoned buildings on the island that I plan to photograph to some extent in the near future.)
For the past few weeks, I have been working, exploring and wrenching on some motorcycle projects. From ripping around the Island on a Café-style Honda CB450 to hanging out the van window on the 101 Freeway shooting video of a hand-built 1938 Cord, it has been the most action-packed month of my life. I’m looking forward to what the future holds.