By Mel McConaghy
I’m going to start this with one of my stories that you have all heard before.
It happened in the fall of 2004, while I was pulling for Aggressive Transport, hauling groceries. On a trip returning from Vancouver with a load, I was running with a couple of other lease operators, and after 500 miles of chatter on the radios, one of the guys said, “McConaghy, you’re so full of B.S. you should write a book.”
Now, at the time, it was a joke, because according to weigh-masters at scales and the safety coordinator who read my log books, I was the most unlikely person to write anything, let alone stories. But, my ego being what it is, I found myself a computer and began to write.
What I first wrote was crude, but, with the prompting of my daughter, I kept at it. Then, in the summer of 2005, I raised enough courage to submit a story to John, at Pro-trucker Magazine. Then, almost immediately, forgot about it. That is, until one day while I was picking up some parts at a dealership. My wife phoned and told me that some guy from a magazine was trying to get a hold of me. Now, to say that I was excited would be an understatement, because I had to dial the number three times before I finally got it right. John told me that he wanted to publish my story, and it appeared in the March, 2005 edition. The rest, they say, is history.
Now, after around a hundred or so stories in as many editions, and almost eight years, I’m reaching the surprising age of 76 (I say surprising, because there are a LOT of people who would have bet against me ever even reaching 60). Now, I have to dig deeper into my memory for fresh stories, and that got me to thinking about memory and old age. I don’t think we actually lose the memories of our past, unless we suffer from one of those terrible diseases that totally robs us of any recollection. I think that the memories are still there, amongst thousands of others, like smoldering embers just waiting for a breath of recollection to rekindle them.
That is the point in life that I find myself at now. I am finding it harder to recall stories from the past that I haven’t already written about.
So, I sit here in front of my computer, with a cold pipe in my mouth, waiting for someone, or something, to come along and fire up it and my memory. So, if there is anyone reading this who knows or knew me, and can remember situations that I should write stories about, please contact me. I could really use your help to jump start my smoldering memory. But, now that I get to thinking about it, I guess a lot of the people who can remember that far back, are probably trying to rekindle their own smoldering memories.
My Life Through a Broken Windshield by Mel McConaghy
Mel McConaghy is a retired trucker and author from Prince George, British Columbia. Mel’s tales are his views of life “through a broken windshield”. They are entertaining and humorous in a folksy style.
Visit Mel’s website at www.melmcconaghy.com