I’m thrilled by the publication of Ten Minutes To Park Street, my seventh book. Lucky seven? I’ll guess I’ll have to wait and see.
This book stemmed from a newspaper article I read a few years ago. A guy was riding on the MBTA, either on the subway or on the trolley, when he struck up a conversation with a lady. He said it was the best ride he ever had on the T. When he got off, he didn’t get her name. Mind you, this occurred before Al Gore invented the Internet. The rider posted signs to try to connect with this lady. I never found out what happened. Did they re-unite? Was there still a connection? Or did he fail?
That germ of an idea percolated in my meager mind for years. When I revisited it, I thought about similar story, but with the scenario happening during this era of social media and instant information access. The protagonist would seek different avenues to find this missing lady. I hope the reader will enjoy what I did. I’ll be curious what you think about the book.