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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 Northwest at Sea Tac airport. It had been three months since I had interviewed over the phone with [...]

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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 in Junior High my dad was a furniture hauler. Household goods. He was the guy [...]

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There are sounds and smells that can trigger memories in me faster than a story or old faded photographs. The smell of non-filters on vinyl seats layered under thousands of miles of diesel moves my heart and conscience to a time when my life was less complicated. The last time I smelled the aroma of [...]

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The arrival of the 10 wheeled rig to the white zone at Lambert-St. Louis International airport was just as awkward as the Midwestern boy’s arrival at the Seattle Tacoma airport 5 hours later. I was now hundreds of miles from the brick ranch where I awoke that morning. It was late May or early June [...]

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