Regardless of how well things are going everyone has one of those special days where you feel like a one legged man in a behind kicking contest. To make it worse, you take a peek at the clock and realize it isn’t even lunch time. At that juncture there are but two options, laugh or cry.
Today was glaring contrast to a week or so of relatively smooth sailing. A few days ago I received the proof for Murder & Mayhem On The Main Street: Tales From Bloody 66. This week my dearest friend and I will give it a final read through in search of glaring errors. The book was initially scheduled for release last fall but at the last minute there were some editorial changes approved and so additional content was written. And of course this led to a quest for additional historic images, and the writing of more captions. In spite of the frustrations associated with this project, the team at Rio Nuevo Publishing have done a pretty amazing job. I am rather confident that we have a winner on our hands and am eager to launch a promotional campaign.
The October promotional tour is still in the planning stages. However, I have confirmed a presentation about the infancy of the American auto industry and Jackson as the industry’s cradle in support of a fund raising program for the Hackett Auto Museum. This is located in Jackson, Michigan. Tentatively I will also be speaking at the Miles of Possibility Conference in Normal, Illinois. The date has not been set but I will also be speaking in Cuba, Missouri.
The Ten Minutes With Jim audio podcast and the weekly free newsletter are slowly picking up new subscribers weekly. More good news. The Jim Hinckley’s America Facebook page following and engagement is also growing. This is another indication that as a travel planning service the multifaceted media network is providing a valued service.
Last Friday morning I had to cancel the Adventurers Club Live program but made up for it with a special live program from Fender’s River Resort in Needles, California during the relighting ceremony for the motels historic neon signage. I was able to interview a number of people that are deeply involved with the Route 66 renaissance including Jim Conkle, Rosie Ramos, the manager at Fender’s River Resort, Marian Pavel, the developer of the Route 66 Navigation app and the new Mother Road Route 66 Passport, and Delvin Harbour of the California Route 66 Association.
I had a very productive meeting with Marian Pavel, and the vice mayor of Kingman, Travis Lingenfelter, at Beale Street Brews coffee shop in Kingman on Monday morning. The topic of conversation ranged from the newly introduced Mother Road Route 66 Passport, pending updates to the Route Navigation app, an historic district planning session, and attendance of the Dutch Route 66 Association “meet & greet” in Amsterdam this August.
Work on the website has been progressing steadily and with few glitches. And we have picked up a couple of advertising sponsors that see value in what we are doing, and a way to get the biggest bang for their advertising dollar. Linked with this is the marketing of Jim Hinckley’s America as a travel planning portal including a portal in the new Route 66 passport.
This morning, however, I was left feeling as though the wheels had come off the bus and I hadn’t even made it to the end of the driveway. It kicked off with an early meeting of the recently minted Route 66 Crossroads, a nonprofit organization launched to develop tourism related community education programs. I had accepted the position of CEO earlier this spring. Well, not one but two board members gave notice that they would have to resign; one resultant of a family situation and the other a pending job transfer. The meeting of the Kingman Promotional Initiative that followed went well and as always it was rather productive. That was in spite of the fact that several key people had had to cancel rather abruptly.
For a number of reasons I am not a big fan of Walmart. I approach a shopping trip to this store the way I do a proctology exam; with a great deal of dread and apprehension. Still as I live in a relatively small rural town the store is a necessary evil at times. After this mornings meetings I headed for Walmart as there was a need for a couple of repair items, and as I was going there anyway, groceries. I exited I-40 and within two blocks was locked in dead stopped traffic for as the eye could see. A pretty series accident at an intersection had everything blocked. Forty-five minutes later I had traveled the 1.5 blocks to the Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant driveway. This took me to an alley behind a shopping center and into another fast food parking lot with access to Stockton Hill Road allowing me to bypass the accident. Unfortunately several dozen people had had the same idea.
I have yet to experience the “People of Walmart” – until today. That is, however a story for another day. Suffice to say that venture finished off the morning on a sour note.
Laugh or cry, it’s my choice. I guess I will laugh about this mornings exploits. After all, it has provided fodder for great stories.