And then, there was a mailing list...

So, Tripp is telling us this story about how his ride forgot him and he got the opportunity to see more of American Canyon and environs by bus (The Vine #10, I believe). It wasn't really a happy story, but, as with so many tales of woe and strife, something beautiful was born of that experience. As he stood outside his home, shivering in the predawn chill, he attempted to conjure the image of other Napa dwelling ferry commuters. Two came to mind: the one who had just stopped riding to pursue a new venture in St Helena and the one who had just forgotten him. Then, the moment of invention, rather, the moment of decision - what was needed here was a mailing list. If there were a mailing list, to which amicable riders could subscribe, he could send out a quick request, "Hey, I'm hosed and need a ride!" The list could also be used to share vital information such as the name of the person who had forsaken him, or when it's time for a wine and cheese ho-down on the way home.

So, join the group, get on the list, send a mail!