Thursday, October 10, 2019
And ... we're off
The Beautiful Route is the working title of my third Drive Time book now in the works.
I've been having a bit of trouble getting started. It's possible that the podcast component might be a block for me.
Today, today finally, I remembered that I had been blogging the stories before I compiled the first Drive Time. I remember that the second Drive Time book was more difficult because I was not posting the chapters as they happened. That memory was the breakthrough today. I can move ahead now.
Stephanie was in again yesterday morning. Glad when I saw her name on the ride board. She allowed that she ... also ... as well.
She was reading a Joe Hill book. He was in town the other day and she was going to his book signing. There were people on the sidewalk ahead of her; walking slower. When she got along side of them and found out it was Joe Hill himself and his friends. Small world.
"Thank goodness you didn’t knock him down into traffic." I said.
She reads a good deal of fiction. And I can’t quite name the genre but Stephen King is part of it. I'm pretty much nonfiction. We have crossed over near Buddhism. We have traded titles and authors and blogs. Always something new to read.
The first time I met her she was in the backseat reading. It was me and a little old lady chatting up front. And that one was going home first. And when we got there Stephanie said "Hey wait, I want to ride up front. I need some conversation."
The idea that she wanted to chat with me… well, how lovely.
She’d been reading a book on leadership that her management was encouraging her to read. That was a good reason right there to close the book and jump up front.
She first recommended Even a Stone Can be a Teacher: Learning and Growing from the Experience of Everyday Life by Sheldon Kopp (the author that wrote If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him: The Pilgrimage Of Psychotherapy Patients.)
After the second time we met she made a specific lovely comment about her driver on the post-service survey she filled out. I don’t get very many of those either. That was very nice.
This is the last time somehow it came out that I also had written some books. She was surprised. Apparently I didn’t mention it before. I don't insist. I'm not busy selling books. I've already heard most of what I have to say.
Anyway, she seemed interested and I gave her one of my cards. I told her my books were in the Milwaukee County Library System. The next day she thanked me for sharing my info and shared a short list of blogs that she likes to read.
It’s nice to meet someone that you have a little bit in common with.
Oh and this… She actually lives closer to another Toyota car dealer. She’s had a couple of oil changes done there since we last met. “It’s just not the same." she said, "If you ever quit here I’m probably not coming back.”
Isn't that sweet? Thanks for the compliment, Stephanie.
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