2000-11-20

Pitching the Plan


Now, inspiration is one thing. Pitching the plan to your mate is another.

It just so happened that we had recently celebrated our 25th anniversary, and I had sent Tricia twenty-five bouquets of flowers at work. Her first-grade students got to share in the fun by bringing some home to their parents.

Then Tricia had turned 50. She broadly hinted that she wanted a party, so I secretly contacted her old friends and threw a bash for her. It seemed that Tricia and Stella got all the headlines in those days.

But then an unexpected opportunity to pitch my plan appeared. Tricia joked in a social setting about my own upcoming 50th birthday.

“I know what I’m going to do for your birthday,” she laughed.

I looked her straight in the eye and said, “You’re going to let me hike the Appalachian Trail.” Silence.

Dead silence.


The impromptu plan worked. Tricia relented. Crazy like a fox, I had even settled the score for that event in elementary school when she swiped my special key chain.

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