Month: August 2013

Commuter Correspondence: For Bob, the Man Who Sells Newspapers

(an excerpt from my journal) I could complain about work or being tired, but I won’t do that this morning. Instead, I’ll talk about something a little happier. Arriving at the ferry building this morning, I spied a canopy with balloons set up. And two people — a man and a woman — were passing out muffins, donuts, croissants and coffee. I wondered what that was all about. Calvin said that it was probably for “a national holiday that no one cares about.” So, after getting in line and walking by the stand, I heard the man yell out, “It’s Bob Appreciation Day!” At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. So I didn’t stop to sign the card. But as I passed the man who sells newspapers to the ferry commuters every morning, I realized that he was Bob. Bob is the guy I walk by every morning, who smiles at everyone walking onto the ferry and who sits outside the dock (rain or shine) to sell the morning paper to …