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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 shared this one with him. When I was 11 or 12, my brother and I, raced [...]

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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 dad was comfortable in a more familiar locale. Sitting in a truckstop alongside I-55 in West Memphis Arkansas he was home. [...]

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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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