Monthly Archives: February 2016

Car Buying Made Simple…

If you go back to a recent post, I mentioned my surprise of owning a new car, courtesy of my lovely bride, who worked in tandem with a wonderful fellow named Dave Brown.

He is an auto advisor, and please do check out his site here, CUautoadvisor, a company he founded.

I recommend him and his services, as it provided both Julie and me a most pleasant, stress-free car buying experience.

Mr. Brown was courteous, professional, friendly, knowledgeable, and made the vehicle purchases a simple and seamless transaction.

Why bother to peck and hunt on line to search for your car when you can go to CUautoadvisor.com and chat with Dave or his associates about buying your next car.

It would be well worth your effort to talk to him. As you can see by the photos below, I remain a happy customer.

The photo on the left is us standing in front of Julie’s new car. At that point I had no idea she was working behind the scenes getting me a vehicle as well. The photo on the right is us standing in front of my 2012 Nissan Frontier. Notice the difference in my visage. She’s a beauty, isn’t she? And the truck’s not bad looking, either.

Make your next car buying experience enjoyable. Give Dave a call and know you are in good hands.

Copyright, Paul Grignon, 2016, All Rights Reserved.

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A Therouxly good read…

My favorite author just released a new book, his tenth travel tome. I just picked it up from the local library and cannot wait to relish his words.

I wholly recommend any book by Paul Theroux, be it one of his travels or his fiction, it doesn’t matter. He IS that good.

The book in question is ‘Deep South’, all about spending four seasons in various parts of the southern United States. The jacket blurb alone welcomes the reader into Theroux’s special insights into the traveling world.

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A note on other fine books I have recently read and recommend:

Cormac McCarthy’s ‘The Road’, an astounding apocalyptic novel and spare in its prose. I am currently reading it for the 5th time, gleaning insights into his particular writing style, lean and tight. It helps me as I edit my own MS, an erotic dystopian love story set in the very near future. Reading McCarthy’s book makes one pause, to linger over his sentences, to embrace his choice of words.

Anything by Annie Proulx, another of my favorite authors. She has a writing style all her own, and her word play is astonishing. Just grab any book of hers off the shelf and immerse yourself in her world.

Any book by Russell Banks. I’ve read ‘Continental Drift’ and ‘Affliction’four times each, and his style and nuance never ceases to amaze, allowing me to pluck nuggets from his paragraphs.

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Getting back to Paul Theroux, though, do purchase or borrow a few of his books. From ‘Dark Star Safari’, to ‘The Lower River’, to ‘Hotel Honolulu’, all exceptional reads.

Please do let me know what authors you enjoy as well. One can never tire of reading worthy prose, and I am certainly open to welcome another author into my library.

Thank you.

 

Rendered Speechless…

Sometimes I have to travel more than thirty miles in my car, for my other part-time job. Usually I deign to take back roads as I’m never quite sure if my car will explode.

I had bought this car, a 1995 Pontiac Grand Am from a colleague at work, for $375. She had inherited a newer car and graciously allowed me to pay such a paltry sum for the vehicle. I was grateful to have it.

But soon a few problems became apparent; the car would suddenly red-line, the temperature gauge rocketing into the red zone, and it began to leak copious amounts of coolant. For some unfathomable reason, these two problems ‘sometimes’ presented themselves and other times, nothing. Perplexing to say the least.

So that was why I fretted whether it would simply disintegrate en route to wherever I was heading. In fact, the car was old enough that when I went shopping anywhere, I could remove the key while it was still running, get out, lock the door, and go shopping. Sometimes I’d go to several stores, performing the exact scenario. It consumed a lot of gas, but I didn’t want to chance the car venturing into the red zone after starting it

This went on for months, never quite sure what to expect when I turned the well-worn key. It became nerve-racking. Which brings me to the speechless part.

My wife, Julie, totaled her car, a Pontiac Torrent (maybe that’s why they don’t make Pontiacs any more) and needed a new car. She had been driving a rental but found a good deal on a Toyota Rav 4; 2011 with 64,000 miles. Not bad at all.

She opted to sign the papers herself and said that I did not have to go. Why didn’t I just stay home and write instead, she said? And that’s what I did.

Hours later she called me, saying that I needed to come in to sign a few papers, sorry that she had to bother me, especially when I was wary of my own quirky car. Reluctantly I drove to the dealership, parked my car—left it still running, mind you—and found Julie. We walked to her car, with the dealer in tow, and a wonderful man named Dave Brown, Julie’s ‘auto advisor’.

I looked at the Rav, impressed by it’s clean, sharp design. The dealer, Tomi, I think his name was, then turned to me and said, “And that is for you.” He was pointing at a sparkling white Nissan Frontier, a beautiful little pickup.

As any reasonably incredulous person would say I said, “What?!”

He replied, “It’s yours, here’s the keys.”

I was astonished, unbelieving. “Come on,” I said. “This is a joke, right?” Julie and Dave were laughing nearby. Tomi again said, “No joke. It’s yours. Take it for a ride.”

I looked from him to Julie to Dave and back at the Frontier. I was, indeed, rendered speechless. Julie had, for the past week or so, been dealing with Dave, not only for her car but to find me something that was safe and reliable.

I could not believe it. “How? What? How can we afford it?”

But Julie said she had worked out all the financing with Dave and yes, it was true, that that was to be my next vehicle.

I remained stunned, unmoving, astounded by this sudden, unexpected, wonderful gift.

“Happy birthday and Valentine’s,” she said.

I am a very lucky man. It was an incredible act of kindness and concern and love, and that is why I am truly married to the most amazing woman I have ever known. Besides having the gift of my Beloved, the Frontier was the second best gift I have ever received.

It has been two days now since we both have the newer cars parked in the back lot. I am still dumbfounded by the whole affair; her traveling for miles to different destinations, working in tandem with Mr. Brown to hammer out the details, all the while it was eating her up, finding it distasteful to keep this subterfuge in play. It worked. I was clueless

I remain speechless by the incredible selflessness of both Julie and Dave, the latter working tirelessly to put the deals together, for going above and beyond his duties, and presenting us with the best possible solution to our vexing transportation problems. I salute you, Mr. Brown!

I am still rendered speechless by the magnanimity of my Beloved, of her immensely beautiful heart, her love and support for me. I am one incredibly lucky man. Julie is…is a gift to me from the universe, a wonderful soul who gives me so much love, comfort, and happiness.

This is just one (albeit huge!) example of her generosity and genuine spirit.  For that am I exceedingly grateful and continue to marvel at my good fortune in life.

I am truly blessed to have Julie as my bride, to wake every morning with her by my side, and gaze into the visage of heaven.

Thank you so much, Julie. You are truly my Beloved, and I love you..infinitely.

©Paul Grignon, 2016, All Rights Reserved.