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Coffee with Barb and Paul Curran
Is blogging worth it? That’s the question asked here by writer Sue Vincent, one of the best bloggers out there. Her answer was… not really. At least, not if you’re a writer expecting to see a direct relationship between that blog and fame, fortune, and especially book sales. But, as Sue says, there are other good reasons—the best reasons in the world, in fact—that we blog.
And then there is the other side of blogging… Not the side that looks at what it can gain, but the people. Blogging is an excellent way to meet and engage with people. The other bloggers… the writers, poets, reviewers and humourists. The ones who make that moment when you press ‘publish’ feel like a worldwide party. The ones who leave that surprise review that makes you feel like a million dollars. The ones who ‘get’ what you are saying. The ones who share your stuff unannounced and give your flagging belief a lift. The ones who rally around to help when things are tough and who celebrate the high points with you. The community that over and over shows it has a heart of gold.–Sue Vincent, Is Blogging Worth It?
For me, the absolute best thing that’s happened since I started this blog is that I have made so many new friends—brilliant, funny, supportive, articulate—from all over the world. One of them is the incredibly insightful Paul Curran. He’s the one who has been leaving those fabulous comments full of entertaining snippets and stories from his days on the road. Paul regularly shares his thoughts as the Sunday barista on willowdot21, but for this month he’s visiting my friend Mark Bialczak’s always-entertaining blog for Sunday coffee and chat. (Stop by and tell them I sent you!)
But right now, I’m absolutely delighted to report that Paul is joining us here today from his home in Canada. He’s sharing one of his trademark loving profiles of a unique and wonderful character.
For me, Paul Curran is one of the true rewards of blogging.
Elroy
When Barb asked me to do a guest post, I inquired as to the topic she would like to see. Her response was that she enjoyed my people stories. I must say it really is the characters that made my trucking career memories so vivid. And of all the characters, my best friend Elroy stood out heads above the rest for his complexity and humor (amongst other traits). He had a special relationship with the owner of the company to which we were leased. This post shall be a quick primer on Elroyisms enjoyed in the battle against Dale. Enjoy!
“The last time I saw anything that looked like that, there was piss coming out of the end of it,” Elroy said to the owner of the company as we stood in the office. Dale had just had another life changing epiphany – the most recent of many in his somewhat odd life- and stood in the office without a single hair anywhere on his head – even his eyelashes and eyebrows had been plucked smooth. From Dale’s shoulders hung a black cape and he had a carved walking stick in his hand. We had all learned to ignore Dale’s eccentricities and it was just another day at the funny farm. He was a competent manager and a good boss who cared about his employees who leased and operated tractor-trailers under his company’s operating authority. His mannerisms were just superficial and I had a theory that he hadn’t gotten enough attention as a child and was trying to make up for it.
Before Dale could frame a reply to the comment, Elroy had grabbed a tube of red lipstick off of Sheila’s desk (our dispatcher) and said, in a big voice, “Here Dale let me draw a hole in the top of your head.” He lunged for Dale, but Dale feinted right then ran left out of the office, evading Elroy’s clutches. The two had a, shall I say, adversarial relationship – Elroy was Dale’s adversary. Elroy was much more intelligent and quicker than Dale even though Dale was no slouch. The problem was that Elroy and I traded places monthly as the first and second highest earners in the company. We consistently pulled in more revenue than any of the 80 other owner-operators that leased to the company. For that reason Dale was quite careful around us and tried to do what he could to keep us happy – and that included putting up with Elroy’s shenanigans – not always an easy task.
The company had their own insurance into which all lease owner operators (called “brokers”) had to pay. The policy was with Markel Insurance – a company that specialized in rolling stock insurance, a difficult and expensive category. Markel survived by being ruthless and demanding that each client produce a profit for them or they would drop the insurance. They employed monitors who checked and followed trucks they insured – too many bad reports and they would refuse to insure the driver and he would be out of a job. In order to more easily identify their customers, Markel insisted that every insured unit display an 8 inch by 8 inch 5 fingered white hand on a red background – their company logo. Many drivers colored all but one finger the same red color as the background – I don’t think I need to tell you which finger was left white.Elroy and I were in the company yard leaning against Elroy’s truck while we chatted one hot summer day when Dale came out of the office and walked over. He checked out Elroy’s truck and not seeing the Markel sticker anywhere, asked Elroy about it. Elroy was adamant that he was not putting that sticker on his truck – especially since his truck was forest green and the red sticker looked ugly. Trying to placate him, Dale said that the sticker could go anywhere – it was up to Elroy – as long as it was on the truck somewhere. That was a mistake. Elroy’s face lit up:”Anywhere?” Thinking he had finally won (and he should have known better), Dale agreed: “Anywhere” and he actually handed Elroy a Markel sticker. Elroy walked behind the cab where the frame rails were visible leading to the drive wheels, leaned over and stuck the logo on the driveshaft. Straightening up, he turned to Dale and grinning said:”There, now it will be in plain view when I run over the bastards.”
Another time I pulled into the yard and Elroy’s truck was backed up with the trailer wheels inside the garage having work done while the cab stuck out into the parking lot. I went into the office and the insurance rep was in Dale’s office with the door shut and through the glass I could see that he was busy giving Dale a hard time – with his finger pointing as he paced and Dale sat behind his desk with his head hung. I dropped off my paper work and went back out to Elroy’s truck. He had a cab-over at that time, so it was quite a climb into the cab. I opened the passenger’s door and climbed up. As I plopped down into the passenger’s seat I took in the ¾ full 40-ouncer of Jack Daniels sitting on the doghouse (the hump over the engine in a cab-over) and a sea of log sheets scattered on every flat surface in the cab. Elroy sat in the driver’s seat with his log book propped on the steering wheel. I raised my eyebrow in question. He explained that he had gotten a bit behind in his log sheets which had to be turned in with each trip envelope and now he had three months worth to do or they wouldn’t pay him – the standard inducement to get paperwork in. I just nodded and Elroy passed me the bottle of Jack. I took a swig and passed it back. He wanted to know who was visiting Dale in the office. I told him that it was the insurance rep from Markel, and that one of the other drivers had rolled a load of frozen fish over and written it off the previous week. Dale was obviously hearing about it.
Always one for a challenge, Elroy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, so that’s who parked and marched in there a few minutes ago. Come with me.” At that he opened his door and jumped out, so I did the same. Elroy walked into the supply room and asked the attendant for about 20 Markel stickers. The poor guy was not the brightest bulb on the circuit and obliged. He should have known better and he got a serious talking to later. Elroy gave me half the stickers and bending down low instructed me to follow – which like a fool, I did. We scooted behind the parked cars bent over so we couldn’t be seen from the office windows, and especially from Dale’s window which faced the parking lot. Once we reached the back of the insurance rep’s car Elroy peeled the backing off one sticker, and placed it on the rear bumper of the car. “Come on, hurry up, we have twenty stickers to get on this bumper before he comes back out.” So we worked away, got all twenty stickers on the bumper, and skittered back to Elroy’s truck without being noticed. As we sat there drinking Jack Daniels (neither of us was leaving the yard until the next day) and chatting, the insurance rep came out of the office and went to his trunk to put in his briefcase.
He turned bright red and slamming his trunk shut, marched back into the office. A few moments later he came stomping out with Dale in tow, his shrill voice audible across the parking lot. The two of them walked to the rear of the car and were standing looking down at the bumper while the shrill voice raised an octave and Dale hung his head. Dale tried half-heartedly to peel off one of the stickers but the insurance rep must have told him he was in a hurry, and got into the car, slamming the door. Dale backed away and watched as the guy drove out of the parking lot with the twenty Markel stickers gleaming on his rear bumper.
Dale walked over to Elroy’s truck, opened the driver’s door and climbed up the steps so he was level with us in the cab. He just looked at both of us and Elroy, with a shit-eating grin, offered him a swig of Jack, which Dale refused.
Dale finally spoke: “I assume neither of you are leaving here today?” he said as I took another swig of Jack. Both of us shook our heads.
“You guys have an immutable sense of humor.”
I couldn’t resist: “Ooooh, ‘immutable’, that’s a big word Dale.”
“Yeah well he was here wanting an increase in our rates after the accident last week and I was trying to keep the same rates. You could have picked a better time for your prank. But, I have to admit, it was very funny and I had a hard time not laughing at him.” At that he climbed down from the truck, closed the door and walked back into the office.
Elroy fell in love with a young woman in Deer Lake Newfoundland. Prior to meeting him, she had spent a lot of time travelling with other drivers and because of that she had a reputation, whether it was deserved or not, I doubt anyone knew. When it became clear that Elroy was serious about her – the woman who would eventually marry him, have two kids with him and settle down in his hometown as a loving partner – a number of us who cared, took Elroy aside and questioned his choice. I will never forget his reply, a profane yet profound comment that I have taken to heart: “Ahhh, she may be a whore but she’s my whore.” And so we all were to Elroy, even Dale – he accepted everyone for who they were, warts and all, and we were all his.
Cathy said:
Fantastic post! I love the sound of Elroy, what a great character.
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Paul said:
Thanks so much for dropping by Cathy. And you’ll have my head swelling with compliments like that =- whew! I am honored. BOWS Elroy was my best friend in that period and the stories i could tell – ha! He was a curious lad and was government licensed and certified to work on most any mechanical or construction machinery from cars to trucks to bulldozers – and he was a genius at it. He left his own mechanic’s business to buy a tractor-trailer and lease to the American company where I worked. We met there. When he was young he used to build race car engines and one year built the first, second, and third place winners’ engines at his local race track.. His uncle was a priest and the oldest in his father’s family. He used to get Elroy to drive when he had meetings or was called out to a congregant’s aid – regardless of the time of day. According to Elroy;’s contemporaries, it was worth your life to be around when Elroy was driving the priest – he used to race through the streets of the small town as if in the service of God with all the protections therein implied. Apparently the priest used to encourage Elroy to get to the aid of his congregants – whether they were dying, having babies, or suffering n any way – in as timely manner as possible without any regard for the rules of Caesar. Ha! It was in this way that Elroy learned to drive. To the last day I saw him, he still occasionally said something that gave me an eerie feeling that I was in the presence of and listening to a Biblical character. Elroy was in no way religious but he had a deep, abiding faith that he generally kept to himself. He was the least judgmental person I’ve ever known and upon rare occasions we would get into a discussion of a higher power – it was like being in the presence of Peace.
Anyways, it is easy to write about Elroy – he was one of the most vibrant characters that I have ever met – and the humblest.
Really appreciate you visiting with us here today Cathy. Pleased drop by again. 😀
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Cathy said:
I will indeed, Paul and thanks for another wonderful story. It makes me like Elroy even more! 🙂
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Paul said:
Thanks very much for the opportunity to guest post Barb. Very flattering introduction, thank you. Your editing and formatting are excellent as usual. I am honored to be here today. I hope all is well in Scotland and that your coming week brings happiness and prosperity.
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barbtaub said:
Paul, you’re giving all of us the gifts of these wonderful characters and stories. They say to “write what you know” and I have to say I’ve never really agreed with that. Certainly, there are some wonderful stories that wouldn’t be told if that was true! But I think the secret is to write what you know about people and the way they act, react, and think. And you certainly have a flair for that.
Where am I going with this? Why, that book you should be writing, of course!
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Paul said:
Thank you so much Barb. It is a pleasure writing for you and your readers – great crew. 😀
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Victo Dolore said:
That was a fantastic story. Especially loved the whore quote! 🙂
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Paul said:
Thanks so much Victo! I am surprised to see you here, I didn’t know you followed Barb – excellent. It is great that you stopped by for a read – I am honored. Yes, Elroy was full of the most memorable phrases – and I never once heard him quote someone else. He could intuitively tease out the central concept in any situation, regardless of how complex and nail it with a short profound statement. I don’t think he actually intellectually controlled that skill – it just happened to him as he seemed as surprised as the rest of us by times at what came out of his mouth. Ha! He could be hilarious by times. Our company’s competitor had as their flagship truck a very expensive custom Kenworth tractor driven by the owner’s brother – Cliff . Cliff was a pompous little guy who was very short and rather rotund. He was not the brightest light bulb on the circuit but liked to tease the other drivers. In Newfoundland there was a very rich fatty dish served that consisted of hamburger meat and gravy and french fries and cheese curds. Just looking at it had been known to clog arteries. Anyway, Cliff and I were having lunch one day in a restaurant and Cliff had a large plate of this artery hardener in front of him when Elroy walked in and joined us. He looked at rotund Cliff and then at the huge plate in front of him and came out with: “Cliff, you keep eating like that and it will soon be easier and faster to jump over you than to walk around.” Ha!
Anyway, just scratching the surface with Elroy in many ways – thanks so much for the visit Victo, I hope your week goes well.
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barbtaub said:
That was my favorite quote too!
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ksbeth said:
yes, elroy was a living character all right – great piece.
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Paul said:
Hi Beth! Wonderful to see you here. Elroy was indeed one of the gems out there and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. He was fascinating to know. I’ve lost track of him since I gave up trucking but I trust he is well. Thanks so much for the visit Beth, please drop by again.
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Wally Fry said:
What a good story Paul, thanks for dragging me over here as my horizons need expanding sometimes.
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barbtaub said:
Nobody sees those wider horizons like Paul!
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Paul said:
It is wonderful to have you visit Wally – thank you so much for dropping by. I am very pleased that you enjoyed the story. Have a great week!
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Elyse said:
Love this story (too) — it warms my heart.Elroy sounds like a gem, Paul. I can see why you were such good friends.
You gotta publish a memoir, Paul
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barbtaub said:
I completely agree. Or if not a memoir, then channel your stories and characters into that novel.
Can’t wait!
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Paul said:
Thank you so much for the compliment Elyse. It is such a pleasure writing for you and the other readers. Thank you for dropping by for a read and leaving a compliment.
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Elyse said:
I’m not one to mess with you, Paul. I hate it when folks put stickers on my cars!
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Paul said:
That was just too funny to pass up though. Ha! The mad sticker men strike again! Bwahaha! It’s just that immutable sense of humor I guess. 😀
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Elyse said:
I wouldn’t have been able to, either!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Great story, Paul! I love the characters you met in your life. How sweet, you ended with a love story too, always my favorite.
Wonderful intro to this piece, too. I often think of blogging as if it were like having a cup of coffee together.
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barbtaub said:
And what could be sweeter than a love story that includes the line, “Ahhh, she may be a whore but she’s my whore.”
Paul has just GOT to start writing that book.
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insanitybytes22 said:
“Ahhh, she may be a whore but she’s my whore.”
LOL! I know, right? But that one line captures such a charming side of the guy’s character.
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Paul said:
Thank you so much for dropping by for a read IB. It is wonderful to see you here. I am honored. And the compliments! My head is swelling.
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BerLinda said:
Can’t wait until the day I’m someone’s whore 😉 Great story Paul!
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Paul said:
Aye, ye’ll make some fine young man a lovely whore Linda! Bwahaha! Did you hear the remains of the Irish accent in there? That was just for you! Thanks so much for dropping by and thanks for the compliment – muchos appreciated. I am honored by your visit. 😀
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Susan Irene Fox said:
Paul, hysterical stories. Loved reading them. Thanks for the link!
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Paul said:
Hello Susan. Thank you so very much for dropping by for a read and a compliment. I am honored and pleased that you enjoyed the story. Please drop by again. \ 😀
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Susan Irene Fox said:
I will!
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pouringmyartout said:
awesome… except I had to read it three times before I realized that wasn’t Mackerel Insurance and those weren’t mackerel stickers you were talking about… and I was like; what the heck is a mackerel sticker and why on earth… or anywhere else… would a fish need insurance? But that is all on me.
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barbtaub said:
Mackerel insurance would be awesome!
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Paul said:
Bwahaha! thanks for reading three times Art – you are such a dedicated fan, ha! Ia m honored that you dropped by and that you liked the piece – thank you so much.I have to tell you a mackerel story that popped to my head.
Back in the early 80’s there was a mercury scare and it was illegal to transport swordfish across the Canadian/ American border (they were suspected of having high mercury content). The fishermen in Canada saw their prices drop and there was a glut of swordfish. There was, equally ,a shortage in the US and the price skyrocketed. Someone bright started offering drivers $1 a pound to smuggle swordfish across the border mixed with regular frozen fish loads – 20,000 pounds at a time. So a load that would normally pay $1,500 from Nova Scotia to Boston could now pay $21,500 if you were willing to take the risk – that was for 2 days work. I stayed far away from this deal as too many people new what was happening,. Trying to hide this was like trying to hide a dragon.
So, one day someone ratted out a driver and American customs were waiting for him and discovered the swordfish It was mixed in with mackerel, as it often was, and the driver went to prison and faced huge fines of $100,000 plus as well as the impounding of his truck.
And so it came to pass that smuggling became referred to as hauling long nosed mackerel:
LONG NOSED MACkEREL
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pouringmyartout said:
I know, right? My mackerel gets pretty dinged up.
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judithbarrow1 said:
Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: .
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Paul said:
Thanks very much for the reblog Judith. It is an honor to have you drop by for a read.
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judithbarrow1 said:
Always glad to read and share, Paul.
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Sue Vincent said:
I’m miles behind here… Nick has been keeping me busy this weekend 😀 Thank you, Barb… and especially for the introduction to Paul’s anecdotes 🙂
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Paul said:
Thank you so very much for dropping by for a read Sue. Much obliged. I hope you enjoyed the piece and will come back again. 🙂
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Sue Vincent said:
I did indeed, Paul 🙂
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Blog Woman!!! said:
What a bunch of great stories, and Elroy is like so many people I’ve met and got to know in Nova Scotia. Talk about character, but even more soul. Loved this, Paul, and I also really enjoyed Barb’s intro. Truth in all her words.
Cheers, friend.
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Paul said:
Thank you so very much for the read, the comment and the high praise Robyn. It is such a pleasure to have you visit and contribute. You guys are going to make my head swell with the praise – I thank you from the depths of my heart. I am honored. Mari timers (for non-Canadian readers, that is a term used to reference the group of four most easterly provinces in Canada . all of which have shores on the Atlantic Ocean). are fine people without a doubt – so laid back, easy going an funny. I am pleased that you are enjoying these stories and I hope you come visit again. 😀
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Grab the Lapels said:
I reviewed a book from an author who decided driving a truck made more money. He wrote a novel (fiction, though it sounds like it’s based on real life) that I thought was a great portrait of road life. Here’s my review: http://thenextbestbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/04/melanie-reviews-two-small-birds.html
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Paul said:
Thanks so much for dropping by GTL. It’s a pleasure to have you visit. I read the review you linked – interesting. The review is not particularly clear but alcohol was seldom used to drive, it is a depressant. We drank a lot but mostly that was to counteract the amphetamines and to drown out the lifestyle.. The driving was often done on uppers of all sorts – diet pills being the most bang for the buck. Crystal meth worked amazing but was far too expensive to use with any regularity. Often it was possible to repurpose over-the counter medications (like diet pills) without breaking any laws. I discovered a drug which was new at the time called Guaifenesin. It is used as an expectorant in cough medicines – and it just happens to be a major upper as well. It is now used in products like Dayquill used to keep people awake and alert while using other medications that cause drowsiness. I came across it when I was doing a scheduled run that required that I drive all night, every night. I had a raging cold and went to see a pharmacist and asked what he had for OTC drugs – and he said this was new and asked me to let him know what I thought. I tried it and I thought well. Ha!
And the job seems to draw those with eccentric personalities. There were some scary ones as well that the job allowed to function reasonably well when they could not tolerate relationships. For instance when I owned my own truck and ran longhaul in the US, there were a lot of vets from the Vietnam War and other conflicts that drove. That is one of the reasons why the dialogue that was quoted in the review would not be real. No one would deliberately engage in a confrontation like that because there were drivers who would blow your head off and they had hair triggers and would not give any warning. Call someone a liar in public could easily lead to a meeting with St Peter. It might happen on the CB but not likely in person.
The eccentric characters were sure right though. Ha!
Anyway, there is a large trucking company in Eastern Canada called GTL – any relation to your avatar name? thanks so much for the visit and the link – I hope you enjoyed the story. 😀
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Grab the Lapels said:
No relationship to the Eastern Canada company GTL. My initials stand for Grab the Lapels, the name of my blog, which comes from a Maya Angelou quote.
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kerbey said:
That Elroy sure sounds like a troublemaker! But at least he never wore a cape…
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Paul said:
Ha! Thanks so much for dropping by Kerbey – I know you’re busy. I am honored. Yep, Elroy was a character – kind of like a cat – if you needed your hand held, forget it. He was a dedicated friend and would do anything to help but only if asked. Love that kind of independence. He was awesome to work with and we could go much further in a day when we ran together. And he was hilarious. Thanks so much for the visit and I hope you enjoyed the story. 😀
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The Hook said:
My buddy Paul is living proof of the positive power of blogging.
That’s all I have to say about that.
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barbtaub said:
I couldn’t agree more!
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Paul said:
Awwww shucks Hook – I should be the one saying that about you. You have a book published, you write for on-line publications (love your blurb on the comic-con , felt like I was there from your descriptions ). Thanks so much for dropping by – I am honored good sir. Hope all is well in our historic capital of tourism, Niagara Falls. I trust you enjoyed the story and would invite you to drop by again. Thank You
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Gunmetal Geisha said:
Paul, your life is a wonder, your stories are a wonder, you are a wonder. Those last few lines about Elroy make me adore him.
Also, your picture is very striking. You have a great face to match that great heart of yours.
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Paul said:
Thank you so very much GG. You praise is warmly received. Coming from a professional actress and director/producer with a highly rated blog (VOTY winner) there is a lot of impact with your compliments. I am in awe. And thanks so much for dropping by – I know you are busy. I really appreciate it as I try to bring readers to hosts blogs in return for allowing me to guest post.
Elroy was quite a character, you’ll likely see him again in following posts. And thank you for the compliment on my picture. I was a number 2 with biweekly haircuts and a leather briefcase when I worked in management. This is the first time I’ve let my hair and beard grow and this is as long as it has ever been. And you know something that I’ve never told anyone? When I was younger and pondered my looks as I aged, I always wanted to have an interesting face with laugh lines around the eyes. It took more than a half a century to get those laugh lines there – a lot of positive attitude and good times. Please feel free to drop by again GG – love to see you.
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Gunmetal Geisha said:
I definitely will, my friend.
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Exile on Pain Street said:
This is yet another post so rich with character development that it’s begging to be filmed. This has more plot and movement than most Michael Bay films. Nice work, pal. Don’t you miss trucking? It seems like it was one good time after another.
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Paul said:
I do miss parts of it Mark. Thanks so much for dropping by and for the great compliments. I am so pleased that you enjoyed the post. The big thing about long haul trucking is that you are married to the truck and you do what most benefits the truck. It sets the schedule, the stops, the breaks, the route, etc, etc.If you’re willing to go along for the ride, there is a whole other world to explore – a fascinating world that bends only to the desires of the truck. To be good at it, you have to basically become one with the truck on its terms. I did enjoy it and miss it – yet it is a young man’s job. there were days when you wondered why in the name of God you ever got into the business.
Thanks so much for the visit Mark. I’m honored. Please drop by again.
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Exile on Pain Street said:
I’ve always had a wanderlust and wondered if it could’ve been quenched by becoming a long distance driver. Would have have cured me? I’ll never know.
I’ll keep reading as long as you direct me with links in my comment section or GET YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG so I can add it to my feeder.
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~ Sadie ~ said:
I can tell – I would’ve loved to hang out with you & Elroy!! 😉
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Paul said:
He would have been delighted Sadie. 😀
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