Monday, March 26, 2018

Contemplating Goodbye

"What happened to Deke?" a fellow driver asked me recently.

"He's on vacation," I replied.

It was a question I've asked myself quite often these days. This alter ego has its difficulties. After nearly five years as a blogger, the well is running a bit dry. Looking back, I've done a lot more bitching than describing this transit life. Promising more than I've delivered, it seems. So Deke has been reflecting, trying to find the writer's niche he once hit upon with a vengeance. It has been difficult to find my voice again.

When I began, life as a bus operator was new. I was excited to describe what I saw, felt and learned. These days, nothing is exciting. It's all the same old droll scene, rolled into a collection of similar runs and monotonous days. Once you've learned a gig, it becomes second nature. People are who they will be, and they offer little in surprises after a while. The bus tends to drive itself, with the human touch keeping it out of danger's meandering path. My mind wanders a lot now. Although I'm constantly scanning, it seems automatic. This writer's muse will take over, but without a free hand to record thoughts, they come and go like a cloud's shadow rolling across the Willamette. Later, the idea will return, but it doesn't seem as noteworthy as it had before. If it sticks, I'll write it into my ever-present notebook. Once I touch the keys, it doesn't seem as poignant as originally imagined.

It could be that I'm such a Portlander now, that those amazing things I saw as a newbie no longer register as out of the ordinary. That really sucks. I'm the kind of person who enjoys finding joy in the simplest points of any view. Very little surprises me now, and that's unsettling. One reader told me I use "too many big words" when I aim high. That was an insult to bus operators everywhere, as if we're a bunch of simpletons who never read above a fourth-grade level. Many of my co-workers are highly intelligent, have been successful in other careers, or have driven bus for 20-30 years and soar intellectually above the average blue collar worker. I know operators who are so much smarter than I am, it's sometimes embarrassing to ask if they read my blog. But you know what? I've always written this way. As JuneBug said, I write the way I talk. If you don't like it, there's nothing I can write (or say) to change that. Life can often be a dog's butt cheek.

At this point, there's a lot of (self-induced) pressure to produce something that doesn't sound like I'm a grouchy bus driver. Producing my book was a serious lesson in humility. It made me cringe to read some of those early posts, but I kept their original flavor because this blog (and the book) was meant to chronicle the progression from trainee to hardened operator. My problem now is how to find things to write to soften that outer core. Driving the bus in difficult situations is no longer an issue. Handling difficult people remains a challenge, but nothing truly surprises me. As for picking on management, it seems to remain the same even when the faces change. Their attitude remains a constant, no matter how much I lambaste them. Resistance, as The Borg said, is "futile."

Many wonder why I've held on to "Deke" so long now. The answer is that being a public figure would be too distracting. I've seen people bring JUST DRIVE - Life in the Bus Lane onto my bus. If they knew I was the author, it would be too tempting for ego to take over my bus. It's the artist's nature to discuss his work, and to be recognized for it. But I'm entrusted daily with the safety of hundreds of people. My mind needs to focus on this vital point; everything else is secondary. To boast could be dangerous; to bask could be deadly. My ego isn't as important as safety. So I often just let those books sail past, and let my ego quietly pet itself. Besides, it's more satisfying to me that my words are being read; the fact that I wrote them is a distant second.

I'm sorry these posts have lately been so self-indulgent. I'm at a crossroads in my literary gig. Facing my 40th high school reunion, certain parts of my life have come up for review. This bloggery is but one of them. As I write this, I'm watching an Eagles concert from 1977. It was recorded when I was a testosterone-driven teenager busily cruising Main Street and finding every excuse to make out with my girlfriend. Back then, writing was fresh, and I knew it was what I wanted to do. Yet, in the scheme of needful things, it wasn't as important as getting laid, hanging with my buds, and contemplating a narrow path through the void. Nights back then were long, they were fun; today they are ordinary, and whisper past me like the voice of a long-dead friend. My life's days seem more pointedly numbered; back then, the moon was new. Now I look at our satellite with different eyes, even though it's remained the same while I've aged much more quickly.

"She wonders how life got this crazy. She thinks about a friend she knew in school. Did she get tired, or did she just get lazy? She's so far gone, she feels just like a fool." -- Don Henley and Glenn Frey

Yeah, I often feel like that Lyin' Eyes girl. If I've reached the pinnacle describing my job, then to continue could be construed as just hanging on. Not being able to describe this journey with anything but excitement and wonder might just bore you. It's a conundrum (sorry, big word there). Should I just lay off, wander on new word journeys, and visit here when I truly have something worthwhile to share? Maybe one of my new brothers and sisters could begin their own journal, take the baton and run with it. Perhaps a simple break is in order. I do have other writing projects on hold. Problem is, this blog has become such a part of me it's hard to let go. It seems however, that it's become more important to me than it has the readership at large. Hits are shrinking, interest is waning. Is this a hint that it's time for Deke to sail off into a rare yet brilliant Oregon sunset? I really don't want to, but  there are more vital things I could do.

There is one blogger I really enjoy reading. Robert at does a wonderful job describing exactly what driving a run feels like. You can almost smell the Florida coast and hear his passengers as you cruise along with his posts. He's been a great supporter of my blog, and wrote a nice blurb in the book. You should really check out his writing.

Mystery is a delicious tonic. I'll just remain anonymous as I sail with prevailing winds. Yeah, sometimes I tell people (with a wink and a smile, delivered with a Deke business card) who I am, and hope they read the book. Mostly, I just put out my best Tommy Chong voice and say "Yeah, I know that dude, maaan." Either way, it's been a fun ride, and I thank you all for sticking with me. Hard as it may be, it's time Deke saddled up. I'm sitting in a rut, and if I don't ride in a new direction, my steed could get stuck.

Linda Ronstadt has long been my favorite female vocalist. Not only have I always admired her impressive voice, but she was never afraid to break away from what people expected. She tackled different styles, explored avenues that interested her, and always excelled. Refusing to be typecast, she was a brave artist. If she failed to impress, it didn't bother her. The journey itself was more important to her than simply enjoying the view.

An artist is expected to branch out, to constantly improve. Now that I've had 215,000 hits and sold z-amount of books as a transit blogger, the time has come for me to find that elusive new groove. It's something I've put off for quite a while, but hangers-on never seem to move forward. Procrastination has always been my biggest fault. But my time is running shorter. I've always been one to push myself to unexpected limits, and I'm ready to (once again) take the road less travelled. I hope you have enjoyed this ride enough to follow wherever it takes me.

Peace be with you my friends, and safe travels wherever you roll. I'll be back, but for now it's time for a break.


  1. Noooooooo, don't leave us Deke! There's no one else I would like to ride along with, my friend. Although, I do understand that life takes us all in other directions, and that it's hard to turn down an opportunity or a chance to chase what could be bigger and better things. Things that could possibly fulfill your life with happiness, and the chance at making all of your dreams come true! I would be lying if I said, I won't miss riding along with you and sharing in all of your experiences, because I surely will. I as a former bus operator, love riding along beside a brother, from another mother, who has such an amazing sense of humor, who is so light hearted, easy going, and who always seems to turn a storm into rainbows and glitter. I wish you ALL OF THE LUCK on your journey, wherever that takes you! I hope you don't forget about us fans! Much love, respect, and pe@ce! ��

    1. Oh Julie, thank you. It's words from you that make possible parting such dreadful sorrow. I can't say "goodbye" because there might be still some words to describe this journey here. But I promise, there are more words to come. Perhaps not as many here as before, but I yearn to break free of Deke's bonds and explore the avenues I've traveled prior, and those yet to be rolled upon. The book hasn't done as well as I had hoped, but I'm grateful to you and others who have spent their hard-earned dollar$ on my humble scribblings. Thank you for your love and support... it means the world to me!

    2. You are so welcome, brother! I look forward to any and all future scribblings from you! Thank you, for the great entertainment!

  2. Take a vacation ! Don't say good bye........

    1. I hesitate to say "goodbye" when there are still so many "hello's" to be said. It's just time to find a new groove. A vacation is definitely on the horizon! Thanks for chiming in.

  3. I loved your posts and wished there's more.
    I bought your book (x2) from the Amazon store.
    But if the bus is near the end of the line.
    Bid for a new crew and all will be fine.

    Sorry to see you go Deke.
    If you ever come to Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, get on a Route 34 and ask for 847.

    Passengers are reminded to be at the stop at least 5 minutes before scheduled departure.
    (Not that it will do any good since we'll be runnin' 7 mins hot)

  4. I've been a blogger for over ten years now, (11th anniversary next week!) and I feel your pain. Mine chronicled the downtown convenience store life, and after a decade and 800 posts, it all seems like a rerun. So I just slowed down. I write when I feel like it, and treat it more like a diary. I have a few faithful readers, but no one reads blogs anymore. If it doesn't interact as a game on a phone no one has time for it! But yet I write, because I do it for me. Once liberated, I feel much better. And when it comes, it comes in spades. Love your writing, and wish you all the best!

  5. Deke, I've read you from the very beginning. You're a very good writer and you captured what many of us felt as we started out on our separate bus operator journeys with Trimet.

    Everything has a lifespan; careers, avocations, our very existence. Recognizing true end points is part of getting through life successfully.

    I'm like your other readers; this news makes me sad. I selfishly want more. Just know that there are a bunch of us out there who will miss your tales and observations on what is really the human condition.

    1. Nedwell, thanks for chiming in! I’ve wondered where you’ve been. Thanks for your kind words, would love to meet you sometime. I’m sure to return someday, but a vacation is necessary to get a new vision going. I appreciate your support and readership!

  6. Deke, we met last week, you were showing me (in my 4th day driving a bus on my own) the ropes of a certain local transit location. You handed me your card and I had a little time today to check out your blog. As an occasionally aspiring writer myself, one with an education and a little success in another field who does at times use a few big words, I found the few posts I perused to be refreshing. I'll be looking forward to anything new you write, and if you need to take a break--however short or long that break might be--I'll enjoy your previous work. It will be helpful as I navigate the minefield of being a probationary operator. What I see here makes me hope you'll continue to write but I also know that the hardest part of being a writer is writing. So, thanks for writing.

    1. Ah yes, I remember you. Hopefully, your grip on the wheel is more relaxed now that your first week is history. You'll be fine... just roll smooth and don't take any unnecessary chances. Remember we've all been where you are now, and many of us are happy to help or answer questions you'll undoubtedly have.

      If you want to see my progression, please buy the book. The posts from the book are no longer available on this blog. Yeah, it's a dirty trick designed by my publisher to boost sales!

      Thanks for reading, and best of luck on your transit journeys. Keep all six on the road, and have fun out there Newbie!