The Driver works in a very small, specialized industry. Within this closely-knit microcosm, he is fortunate enough to be able to connect with many different people.
One individual in this quirky, inbred little hen house of "creatives" is Paul Jerde.
I met Paul back around 1991, when we shared classes at the University of North Texas. Our program was a small fraternity all its own, and Paul was among the leaders in the group.
As our careers led both of us to Dallas, Paul and I have had a number of opportunities to cross paths professionally and socially. Recently, in fact, I've been working with Paul on a couple of projects.
Last week, I learned that Paul was hit by a car while riding his bike around White Rock Lake. After nine days, he is still unconscious and only minimally responsive -- squeezing his wife's finger or making small movements.
Paul's friends and co-workers have created a blog to track his progress and serve as a portal for concerned friends and family members. Read the one about his son, Buzz, and the trip to the ice cream shop.
Coming soon : More up-to-the-minute quinoa news, sarcastic updates on pets over-running the Driver household, and thoughtful insights on the nuances of "Hell Bent for Leather" vs. "British Steel."
For the duration of this post, anyway, those things seem a little stupid.
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