The driver could have parallel parked an aircraft carrier. I stood amazed as he threaded the needle of the parking lot with his 18-wheeler. The books were here. Banjo’s Dream was finally here!
Over 5,100 of them to be exact. 192 cases. Three pallets.
If it wasn’t for the guys at Stadium Wrap, I’d still be lugging boxes. Warner Cannada came up with the brilliant idea of putting a piece of plywood on a pallet jack. That allowed us to move dozens of boxes at a time. Each box weighs 26 lbs. We lifted and stacked two at a time.
Who says a dream isn’t heavy?
Sweat dripped off my forehead. I wiped the salty brine off with a paper towel and looked at the sea of boxes. The time had come. It was time to see what the book looked like.
Tim Little, who designed the book, cut open the first box.
Cut.
Banjo leapt out of the box; his spirit filling the room. The book was more beautiful than I could imagine. I stared at its bright colors and tasted more salty water. This time it was tears. Tears of pride. Tears because I remembered a great little dog.
The future is cloudy — and I had some things to worry about today. But I never had the chance. I was too busy signing and delivering books.
As I stare at my new book, I realized a very simple truth:
Instead of worrying about the future, do something about it.
Banjo’s Dream is my dream. I hope you love it as much as I do.
So happy for you. I had tears as I read what you posted. I will see you at Mistletoe for the signed books for my grands and one for nana! Cannot wait!!
When you wish upon a star, your dreams will come true…………………………..and Banjo is a shining star in Doggie Heaven………………………
We do!!
I only know you via one interview on your cousins radio show and twitter but am truly happy for you and the sweet memory of Banjo
You made me cry. I’m proud of you-again! That pup left a great legacy!!