Tripio The Novel

How I found my mind, brewed some coffee, and learned to write novels.


    Was it Thomas Wolfe who said you can’t go home again? I think so. Not sure why he said it. For me it was easy. I jumped in my car and drove two hours east to Dayton, Ohio. I wasn’t trying to prove him wrong or anything. I was trying to find the original want ad Starbucks had placed in the Dayton Daily News. The want-ad I had responded to which set off a series of events that culminated in me getting a job with Starbucks in Chicago in the fall of 1990.

   Around this time last year I was committed to the editing of the “novelized” version of Tripio. I can step back and evaluate Tripio, as it has now become, in three versions : The memoir version, the novelized version, and the edited, converted to past-tense version. As I am currently searching for an editor for Back outta the World, I thought it was a good time to revisit this post. I will only say for now that I feel very fortunate to have worked with the editor I did on Tripio. This wise man suggested a more catchy “hook” for the opening of Tripio. I could see his reasoning right away. Tripio opens deliberately and slowly as Jay is at his writing desk in his apartment, “shirtless and smelling a bit ripe”. Besides writing a little, all he bothered to do was take out the trash. Riveting stuff, eh? I did see my editor’s reasoning but my first reaction was “Where is the patience, people?”


     But in and among those thoughts I knew what I had to make the opening more attention getting. The editor suggested I find a way to hook the reader. I knew where to find the hook I needed. I tried the local bait and tackle shop. Ha, ha. No luck. But I knew my hook was going to be that original want ad. At first I combed the couple journals I had kept from 1990. No luck there. I remembered that the ad included the phrase “must love coffee” so I tried searching the internet using that phase. No luck again. With the hook analogy in mind, I moved the boat to a different spot in the water.  I took a trip to the main library in downtown Indy for help. However,their archives for the Dayton Daily News did not go back far enough. I did find an old ad for Starbucks as it opened in the Los Angeles market. Close, but that wasn’t want I wanted. Not what I, at this point, had to have.

  At the Indy library I was given contact info for the archivist at the Dayton Daily News. Moving the boat yet again, I called him. He suggested I try to search the microfilm in person. I have family who live in Dayton and I could arrange that easily. I motored off. Drove, actually.

   The visit with my family went well. The search for the want ad did not. I again proved Wolfe wrong and went from old home to current home, this time heading west two hours.

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I’m not Howard Schultz

  During that drive, with my brain and five senses occupied, my mind took control. It occurred to me that in the summer of 1990 I was thinking of moving from Dayton to Chicago. The Starbucks want ad would have been in the Chicago Tribune! As soon as I docked at home I jumped on the computer and subscribed to a month of the Chicago Tribune archives. Within two minutes I had found the original ad. Success. After switching bait several times, I had hooked my hook.

May I help who’s next?


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