Can You Drive This?

During my teenage summers working at Tremont Paint, as well as any other time of year my father could press me into service, I drove the trucks. We always used vans: box trucks are not a great option for rushing through New York City streets.

But it did happen at busy times that we had the need to rent a larger truck for a few days. It was my job to drive those too. All went fine, I never damaged anything. And I never thought of the experience again. Just another skill to put in my LinkedIn profile.

Thirty-years later while trying to impress a woman who needed to move her son from one city to another, I said out loud the statement I still regret: “I can drive a box truck!”

And eight-years later I am still the official truck driver of the family!

A few months into his quarantine with us in Stamford, Guy’s son Chris gave up his lease on his New York City apartment and crammed all his “crap” into our garage.

I remember! Because I drove the truck that day!

This Saturday on the morning of his move to Guilford, CT I was given my first assignment of the day. I was expecting a run to the bagel store, or a trip to Dunkin’ for coffee.

“Go get the truck!”

The trouble that people get into trying to impress their crushes!

With Buck leaving for Texas last Friday and Chris leaving Saturday, the weekend was a busy one! And it left us as empty nesters: Take II!

As they left, I told them both “I’ll miss you.” which I’m sure I will.

But that has not happened yet.

In a house which is empty during the day, my soundproof headphones sit quiet. The sole reminder of my life in the kitchen. I added them to the pile of stuff to go out in Buck’s first care package!