My drive to Duluth for Thursday night’s game will be long, and includes a stop at my aunt and uncle’s house in Eau Claire for lunch, as they will be out of town for the weekend (in Duluth, ironically) and the only time I can see them is on Thursday, on my way through Eau Claire. The cell phone rings by 8:30 a.m. – I’ve been on the road almost three hours already. It is my publisher. They are going to join me in donating proceeds. Of course, Kevin says. It’s the right thing to do.
I get to my aunt and uncle’s house. My aunt has an article from the local newspaper about my book signing clipped to the refrigerator door. It mentions one uncle from
During lunch, my uncle asks me what the next step is for the novel. I actually do have a plan for next baseball season, for spring training and all of that. One long road trip, is the plan. But that’s not what I tell him, because that’s not what I think is going to happen. Instead I say, “The next step is a movie.” This is what I believe, even as I make more practical, logical plans. It is more than what I believe. It is what I know, in my gut.
I have been proactive about making this story into a movie in that I have written to one movie person in particular. In the meantime, people have starting approaching me to discuss it, and help. Either way, we are on the brink of it. So that is what I tell my uncle at lunch.
Back to the road, and the radio….
By the time I get to Duluth, I have learned that all the ball clubs – Duluth, Eau Claire, and the Twins – will be donating their share of the book sale proceeds to bridge collapse victims too. This means 100 percent of all proceeds will be donated. People buying the book seem pleased with that news. Many in
One young teen keeps eyeing the book. I don’t usually do this, but I decide to give him a copy. It just seemed like he needed his own copy. You need a copy, I say. I ask him his name so I can personalize my autograph. He tells me. “That’s my cat’s name!” I say to him. I look at him quizzically: “Do you chase birds?” I ask. He smiles. “Yes I do,” he says. “So does my cat!” I exclaim, adding, “you two have a lot in common.” He grins.
I am scheduled to be interviewed by the play-by-play guys for both
It is a great night. At the end, I give one of the shafts of wheat to a young woman who helps me there. Interesting, I think – so far, three of these pieces of wheat went to young women. And all went to women. I didn’t plan it that way. It just happened. Interesting.