Many moons ago, when we were both cute young things, Dale and I worked together at a media company, a behemoth news giant in all of Southwest Washington. I thought I was important and gave him orders. He thought I knew what I was doing and followed them exactly. To accommodate my many pick-up and delivery demands, he tootled around the county in a little white car. Occasionally, he took a break from my sweet requests and drove the boss’ Jaguar, but that was only for very specific and important company business: a swish through the car wash.
At the time, enamored by his smile, I scoured my then fading memory banks to decipher why—when I gazed into his bright blue eyes they made me warm and fuzzy, made me want to give him a big sister squeeze, but they also left me hungry. For food. Peanut butter and jelly to be exact.
The mystery erupted in startling fashion—Sunny Jim bounced out of obscurity. He smiled from his position as the heavily promoted advertising icon of a now defunct, Seattle peanut butter empire that made its first entrance at Pike Place Market.
[Photo provided by Dale Chumbley].
Ever since that revelation, I have avoided Dale’s mum, Tracy Chumbley also a Realtor®. I’m such a tattle-tale, I feared I would disclose Dale’s sordid past and ruin her pristine image of such a fine-upstanding son, because surely she was as worried as the rest of us about that other son, Darin, who did not delight in college but ran away to sing and dance in New York. It turned out okay, Darin danced his way into the heart of a beautiful girl and they now live within a block of Times Square, which offers plenty of fodder for his photography career.
“Hey Tracy, maybe now that I’m a mom, you can give me some ADVICE: my kid has a wild streak. Blond. Right down the middle of her pitch black hair. HALP.”
So, in keeping with the Celebrity Spirit, its all about ME, I just wanted to have the final say, and announce, “Dale, I enjoy reading your blog, Clark County Real Estate Guide, it reminds me of home. I feel very grateful you allowed me to treat you to coffee the other day and deliver your copy of the RETHINKING PAPER & INK. I ought to have more contests, I meet up with the best people!”
*BIG SISTER HUG*
“Finally, it will NOT be ten years before we meet up again, okay? (And yes I’m lying about how long it’s really been). Because, soon, very soon, we will be celebrating Bridget Chumbley and the publication of her first young adult novel. That’s a promise!”