SOATD part 3
My dad was sort of an ambassador of truck driving. He would take his rig anywhere it would fit to tell people or kids what it was like to drive cross country. From the time I was born until somewhere...
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Counting the appetite of a 22 year old, the time change and early morning departure that was now 2,400 miles behind me, it was lunch time when the wheels touched down in the middle of the Pacific...
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Memphis in June and Seattle in Summer couldn’t be any more different. Sitting on the ground floor of the Pike Place Market my senses were overloaded. Rarely have my surroundings been so sensational. My...
View ArticlePerks of a truckers son
This morning I was thinking about my dad. I do that often, but since it is father’s day, I thought I would share a story. A few months ago, Pete Miller and I, were sharing trucking stories, and I...
View ArticleStory Slam and my story
I participated in my first story slam this week. It was awesome. The theme for this slam was Vacation stories. Having never participated in a story slam, I signed up under number 3 and passed the...
View ArticleStill fresh 7 years later
As I get older I spend more time trying to figure out who I am. More importantly I spend time attempting to decipher why I am who I am. What made me the person, the man, the human being that I have...
View ArticleConspiracy of a chain of events
On occasion a chain of events will conspire against my sub-conscious and will override all that is happening within me and move my soul to another place. Another time. I tried to find the formula...
View Articleanger issues and fathers
At the surface many of the world’s most iudyllic landscapes are simply a deceptive cover over something more sinister. Southern California is not all palm trees and sandy beaches. The San Andreas Fault...
View ArticleFunny how things come around
When I was a kid riding in my dad’s rig I would beg to talk on his CB radio. I loved listening to him talk to other drivers. The CB hung above his head and hand held mic swung back … Continue reading →
View ArticleAlbuquerque
Somewhere west of Oklahoma City the boy fell asleep. His portable disc player was perched precariously on his thigh. A pillow softened the bounce of the truck door his head rested on. When the disc...
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