"Sixty-three days ago, I shared with my daughter Ria, 16, an important driving lesson. I taught her which swear words to use when you back up into a police car."
Ria's now 30. I wrote about the cop car crash in 2008.
I know because last week, my wife Helena used a three-hole punch and old school binder to assemble and present me with all of the columns I wrote during the 12 and change years I was editor of Today's Trucking magazine, and the constable's car was among them. (Driving lessons learned the hard way. A crash course, but you were already thinking that.)
We're talking over 120 columns.
One of them was called Playing the Fuel Game, a diversion I invented driving Ria, her sister Ewa and Michel to high school en route to my office.
I tuned the radio dial to whatever number I saw on gas station price signs: "It started at a Shell near our home. Gas was $1.07.1 a litre. That's also the number for the classic rock station Q107. A block further, a PetroCan sign said 107.5, which, I discovered, is the freqency for 'Cool FM.'" 106.5 played hip hop. And..."At one point, the posted gas price took my radio dial to a station broadcasting the Roman Catholic Mass."
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Another column? Getting a colonoscopy without anesthetic. I mistakenly had the procedure done without any pain relief and it hurt like hell and in my column afterward, I advised against it. Truck drivers have to know.
Clearly, leafing through the three-ring binder I figured they also had to know about:
* The old Night Rider pinball machine I've been carting around with me for 40 years;
* How we learned to fight the French kids at St. Albert's School in Sudbury;
* Why, if you're getting a tattoo and you're, like, 18, you should anticipate the aging process and maybe have the tattoo designed like a MAD fold-in so what looks like an eagle when you're 18 might resemble a butterfly at 45, when you have extra skin.
* How many years I shared a bed with my late brother Tom, and how that affected the decisions I make on a day-to-day basis;
* How much time I spent practising "Vegetables on Parade" on my accordion so I could play it at the truck show in Winnipeg.
If Pete's Blog&Grille conducted a 23& Me, it would discover it is a direct descendent of the column. I'm really grateful to Newcom Business Media the publishing company for letting me keep the name even after I left the outfit; a fact that, you'll be glad to know, brings us to the reason I'm writing this.
Yesterday, Jan. 7, 2022, I received a message from my successor at Today's Trucking, John G. Smith. After wishing me a happy new year, John G. handed along the following message.
Hello Mr. Carter, I'm sure this may be a tough or impossible request, but I was recently made aware of an article you did focusing on my late Uncle, Wayne Johnston. He was a trucker from Cardigan, P.E.I., and worked for Kings County Construction (which happens to also be my current employer). I was able to turn that into a gift for my father, his youngest sibling, this past Christmas. It was without question the most moved I've ever seen my old man, and many of the rest of the family has reached out to me about being able to have their own copy of it. While I can copy it easily enough, I know everyone loves having an original, so I thought I would reach out to see if backissues/old copies are even a thing that can be tracked down. Worst case scenario, I wanted to let you know how much the article meant to his family and friends. It stirred up a lot of wonderful memories and for that, you have the thanks of so many people. Lastly, I've attached a copy of how it turned out framed, just so you can see the great gift it led to. It only seemed fitting to have it framed in his Kenworth blue. Thank you so much, Tyler Johnston
Nice letter, huh? The column Tyler's referring to is the 18th page of this wonderful collection. It was called titled "Wayne's Real World" but it's also an eye opening peek into Peter's real world. I love this letter and I never use the word love lightly.
Which reminds me. Here's one final indisputable shred of evidence that planet Peter's a place I wanna stay.
Among the 120-odd columns is a story about how to mismanage business, and it begins "I was in bed with the missus."
Read that again.
I wrote an actual business magazine column with real information in it that began with "I was in bed with the missus."
She stuck around!
And years later assembled this mind-blowing collection of magazine columns. For me. Life is one miracle after another.
(One final note: This entire adventure could not have happened without the assistance of Today's Trucking Art Director Frank Scatozza, who was on staff when I was editor and -- to the company's credit -- is still in charge of making everything work. If ever anybody wants to meet the emodiment of diligence, creativity and accommodation, ask and I'll introduce you to Frank.)
Peter Carter, you are a prince among men.ReplyDelete
I recall the disbelief of hearing of your pending departure from Today’s Trucking and I must say, it felt like a death in the family.
I am truly glad to hear that your are happy - and deservingly so.
Larry James Hall
What Larry James Hall said. Truly!ReplyDelete
Thanks Rick! Just saw this now. Hope you're having a good week.Delete
Lovely column Peter. A joy.ReplyDelete
Hey, not unknown. Dan from Fern Ave!ReplyDelete