Trixie, Sangiovese, and a Fast Ferrari
We are doing a make-over for Valley of the Moon magazine – one of the publication’s regular features – and the makeover subject is Trixie, the perpetually pleasant if annoyingly passive ticket booth presence who sits 24/7 in stoic silence at the Marquee entrance to the Sebastiani Theatre.
We are dressing Trixie up in new clothes, a hair-do, taking her out of the confining booth, out for a drive in a Porsche Boxster convertible, and then over to the Town Square bar (just a squint from her ticket booth) where we will buy her cocktails and let her flirt with bar patrons.
Now, not everyone knows that Trixie, who looks perfectly healthy behind the window of her booth, is in fact severely disabled. She’s got no legs. In fact, to be perfectly honest, she doesn’t even really have a butt. Just a torso. Which makes helping Trixie into the Porsche a particular challenge. Getting her to sit upright in that rich leather seat isn’t easy. And the body parts she does have are – how to say this kindly? – a bit stiff and plasticky. Which is why probably the only Porsche owner in all of Sonoma Valley who would allow such madness to unfold in his expensive German sports car, is helping us fold her in behind the steering wheel, being careful not to scratch anything…