Last good memory of The Swiss

My last good memory of The Swiss was picking up a family of three pre-Covid lockdown – first lockdown.

Dad was Liquored. He sat up front, mom and daughter in the back. He went on and on about how important it was to see live music (even if it wasn’t that good, like the band that night). He said they go there a few times per year and wanted to take his daughter there while she was home for the holidays from college. Then he went on and on about Vodka and he didn’t really appreciate the differences..

I told him, “Tito’s is my favorite, it has a unique smoothness. It’s made down south and they do things to support dogs.” He kept talking in circles (Liquored) so the daughter started teasing him, “He already told you about Tito’s.”

When I dropped them off in DuPont the daughter got out last. “Have a shot of Tito’s for me.”

She burst out laughing..


The Swiss

A couple of winters ago I drove a young guy home who used to work at the Pacific Grill in Tacoma until it became another Covid casualty.

In conversation he said, “Unsure what to do now.”

“Look at the jobs that don’t get locked down, if even for just a few months…years..”

His family had a memorial gathering for his dad at The Swiss before Covid came around and caused it to go out of business. I guess it was his favorite place. “We used to go there all the time to hear local bands and meet up.”

“It was a favorite of mine, they use to have car shows in the street out front.”

We Could Be Related

Weekday commuting starts early and grows into a crowded tailgating typically rude frenzy that inevitably slows to an intolerant crawl. I call it The Gauntlet. This busy time of day is my least favorite and rarely driven despite its financial opportunities.

However one weekday morning I was awake very early and decided to turn my app on and see if I could catch a rider while I watched tv. Ping – I got a request. The rider was nearby in a newer housing development that I hadn’t noticed before. It was just a couple blocks off of the always bustling Pacific Highway, being downhill and tucked into some trees this group of houses enjoys some seclusion.

Driving slowly past the house to turn around in the culdesac and return to stop in front gave the rider enough time to be ready when I stopped.

“Good morning,” she said in a warm voice with an African accent.

On the drive we talked about her neighborhood, job and the town we both called home.

Near the end of our trip I shared, “You spell your name the same way my mom does.”

“Your name is spelled the same as my son’s. Maybe we are related?”


Belly laughing spilled from the backseat into the front. The best tip of the day – laugh more.

Drive back from Salem

I drove a young guy home from work on my way back from a personal trip to see a car collection. In our conversation I said, “Think it’s going to be a tough winter.”

“Yeah, me too. My dad doesn’t celebrate his birthday, he celebrates ‘surviving winter’ in the spring. We’re part Native American, it’s a cultural thing.”

“Interesting.. When is his birthday?”

“I don’t know, in one of the winter months I guess.”

DRiving Thomas

“If Hunter Thompson was still alive he’d be a Rideshare driver,” said a friend after a year of stories.

A few years ago a couple of my friends started Rideshare driving, they didn’t know each other but around the same time both decided to acquire purpose driven vehicles and started shuttling people around. My first reaction(s) was, “Why are you doing that?!” They both had established construction related careers and this didn’t make sense to me; I even looked down my nose a bit. Basically Steve wanted something flexible to fill unwanted downtime and Rick needed a change. They both found this self-scheduling – pay as you go opportunity to work for them. Over the next months (turned years) I found my curiosity growing and often asked them and the occasional Rideshare drivers that I rode with about their travels..they all liked it.

Gig work driving is a blend of different experiences. The driver doesn’t know when the next request will appear on their app, where the rider is nor where they want to go, never-mind who they are; it is like fishing. Learning and tracking demand is a constant navigation of social trends, using past observations to predict future needs. Moving the driver’s position icon on the app map to chase down surge bonus pay icons and trending demand arrows is much like an 80’s video game. When the ride ends the driver is automatically paid.

While finding the work schedule flexibility and paid upon completion appealing I wondered about other potential gig work – something other than driving strangers around.

Things change. With a slow winter approaching I found myself at an intersection of want and need, so I chose to try, to drive through it. A few months down this detour the pandemic came around, shifting everything.

After two years and over four thousand trips down the road of this experience – it seems time to capture some of it. Every trip yields an adventure and each personality contributes to these short experiences..some are worth sharing.