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I apologize for not writing sooner. Blame it on a near-death experience. This afternoon, I was walking home from work, about to cross a residential Maynard street. I looked right. No traffic. I looked left, noting a big blue pickup truck about 100 feet away and heading my direction. Not a good time to cross, so I kept walking along the sidewalk, content to wait for the truck to pass. Then the horn blared twice, sending my heart rate into triple-digits. I jerked my head up, noticing the XM on the familiar truck’s license plate, Hula Dog jiggling on the dashboard, and the AMHL’s original “Donut Boy” in the driver’s seat.
Chris Howell, who must have been listening to Meat Loaf— because he was flying like a Bat out of Hell—just sped on by. I walked across the street listening to Amy Grant’s “That’s What Love Is For” on my iPod Shuffle.
Now that my pulse has slowed to a normal level, I’ll share my original reason for writing. In my last post, I mentioned the book. Well, I’m happy to report I’ve reached a major milestone: All twenty-five chapters have been written and edited—some of them several times. This weekend, I’ll make one more pass through the chapters to make sure my footnotes are formatted consistently, but the book is pretty much done!
Next week, I’ll hand over a hard copy of the manuscript to my editor and await instructions about improvements. Nonetheless, after the last three years of writing, researching, and editing, there is now a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
Let’s hope there isn’t a speeding pickup truck gunning for me as I approach the end of that tunnel.
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