http://www.diamondcutlife.org/the-five-carat-commute/ Sustainable Living: The Heart Of The Matter Wed, 08 Feb 2012 21:24:41 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 http://www.diamondcutlife.org/the-five-carat-commute/comment-page-1/#comment-65 Carpool Survivor « Diamond-Cut Life Fri, 04 Apr 2008 12:22:37 +0000 http://www.diamondcutlife.org/the-five-carat-commute/#comment-65 [...] carpooling, joke, prank, Prius, rideshare, Salem, Steve Earle, work I am lucky enough to be in a carpool with five great people for my two-hour round-trip commute. (I found them through Carpool Match Northwest.) We save money, [...] [...] carpooling, joke, prank, Prius, rideshare, Salem, Steve Earle, work I am lucky enough to be in a carpool with five great people for my two-hour round-trip commute. (I found them through Carpool Match Northwest.) We save money, [...]

]]> http://www.diamondcutlife.org/the-five-carat-commute/comment-page-1/#comment-64 Colleen Wed, 20 Feb 2008 18:17:42 +0000 http://www.diamondcutlife.org/the-five-carat-commute/#comment-64 Carpools have a special place in my heart. In the early 1970s, my mother commuted by carpool between Seattle and Everett, Washington, where she worked as a secretary at the Boeing Co. She was newly married to a Boeing engineer (who worked at a different Boeing facility) and shared the carpool with a fun group of engineers - with whom she became friends. They enlightened her on the "engineer personality" she had just married into. The carpool was also the place where she hand-knit a sweater (she had never knit before) for my dad for Christmas, as a surprise. Her carpool-mates affectionately teased her every time she made a mistake, and teased her about how long it took, but it did get done, back and forth along Interstate 5. My father had no idea she was knitting it. The sweater was my father's prized possession for more than 30 years, and he wore it proudly. After my father died in 2003, my mother gave me the sweater. I smile every time I wear this "carpool sweater," knit with love during a Pacific Northwest commute. Carpools have a special place in my heart. In the early 1970s, my mother commuted by carpool between Seattle and Everett, Washington, where she worked as a secretary at the Boeing Co. She was newly married to a Boeing engineer (who worked at a different Boeing facility) and shared the carpool with a fun group of engineers – with whom she became friends. They enlightened her on the “engineer personality” she had just married into. The carpool was also the place where she hand-knit a sweater (she had never knit before) for my dad for Christmas, as a surprise. Her carpool-mates affectionately teased her every time she made a mistake, and teased her about how long it took, but it did get done, back and forth along Interstate 5. My father had no idea she was knitting it. The sweater was my father’s prized possession for more than 30 years, and he wore it proudly. After my father died in 2003, my mother gave me the sweater. I smile every time I wear this “carpool sweater,” knit with love during a Pacific Northwest commute.

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