Stories from the Road

Two little boys came into the truck, one in sandals, one in socks. They laughed and teased each other as they looked at the Early Reader (5-8yrs) chapter books. One at a time they opened their prospective wallets and handed me the money for a book each of them had chosen.

"This rocks." one boy said to the other.

They came back into the truck for more purchases that evening, congratulating each other on the titles  they had chosen.






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*Louie came into the truck while my retro 50's & 60's tunes were playing. Louie is a Market Favourite, helping out vendors setup and shaking hands with people he hasn't met before, making eye contact and telling them hello. Louie has some developmental challenges, but his warmth and enthusiasm are the only thing you remember after you've had the privilege of meeting him. 

He and I were chatting and the song "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison came on. Louie got excited. "Can you sing?" he asked me.

"Oh, not very well. Will you sing with me?" I asked him.

The two of us proceeded to belt out Brown Eyed Girl in the most endearing and memorable rendition ever heard, waving our arms and leaning in to make the chorus louder. The folks sitting at tables nearby eating their food truck feast must have enjoyed the show that accompanied their meal.

As for me, I will never hear the song without thinking of Louie. And smiling.

(*not his real name)



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"Do you ever sit back and go, Holy S*it, I have the greatest job on the planet?'

A young woman who couldn't have been more than 21 was asking me as her fingers carefully played across the titles in front of her.

"All the time," I told her.

"There are so many things the same, ya know? Everywhere you go, all the stores and businesses look the same. There's no individuality anymore. I f**king hate that. People seem to think that copying everyone else is the way to go. It's not what they teach us when we're young, ya know? We were taught to celebrate unique-ness and that our f**kin' individuality would be appreciated in business. We all know that's horsesh*t because that's not what they are throwing money at. But I have never seen anything like this in my life, and it gives me hope that we have not all sold out to big American companies."

"Thanks"

"Don't ever stop, OK? Books are special and this truck is magical. I feel so lucky I discovered you!"

This young woman bought a bag of books and said what impressed her was that the cost of her experience "in the Daisy" was not an insult to her wallet either.

"You are a f**kin' Rock Star!" she told me as she snapped a photo of the truck and sauntered away with her Daisy Chin Book Co. tote bag slung over her shoulder.

Some moments fill me with more pride than I can express.

This was one of them.


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