One morning, my daughter and I sat in a little obscure diner just off the highway, and had breakfast. I told her about an idea I had for a book, which would be to seek out these little off-the-beaten-path places, choose one interesting person, and interview them about their life. Where they've been, what they've done, who they've met, their highest point, lowest point... and write a two to three page vignette about them. Their "chapter" would include a picture of them sitting at the diner table.
I'm not saying every person would make it in the book, but people with stories are fascinating. There's nothing I'd rather do than sit with a fellow human-racer and a cup of java, and listen to what they have to say. Wisdom doesn't come from college, it comes from coffee. From listening. From living.
Another idea involves moving to the beach somewhere, getting a part-time job as a bartender at a nice resort, and spending most of my on-duty time talking with people who happen upon one of my barstools. I'm sure I would hear some interesting tales of adventure, intrigue... good girl stories, bad boy stories... it's amazing what people will share with their bartender. The book title? "Stories From Behind Bars."*
I've been fortunate, in that I'm a person with lots of stories. Many good, a few not-so-good... some uplifting, some depressing, but it's been a pretty good mix. The lowest lows make the highest highs appreciable. How boring it would be to have never been poor, sick, sad...
Anyway, as I sit here on my laptop in a little coffee house on Missouri Route K, I've decided that I will begin seeking the stories. Not the huge headlines or sensational exposé, but the real, meaningful ones. Those which truly define who we human racers really are.
You might have noticed the new header on my blog. Thoreau said it best when he said, "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live."
*if I see this in Borders anytime soon, I'll know where it came from. This blog is copyrighted dammit. :)