Jogging in Quicksand

Comfort Inn. Florence, South Carolina. I’m sitting in the lobby, waiting for a taxi to take me back to Freightliner. This all looks iffy, in regards to the truck. The mechanic isn’t sure he can finish with repairs today. My load has been re-scheduled for next week. So the situation is this; if he repairs… Continue reading Jogging in Quicksand

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Tired and Loopy

I just picked up a load in Dillon, South Carolina, going to … Somewhere, Pennsylvania. I’m going to take a nap before I leave. Mostly for the safety of everyone else on the highway. I haven’t decided if I’m going to try to hit D.C. around noon or after the afternoon conflagration at rush hour.… Continue reading Tired and Loopy

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… And Regret

I just got below Washington, D.C. I’ve been kicking myself for sending that e-mail to Mara. As frustrated as I get and as much as I felt like these things needed to be said, I can’t imagine that some of it didn’t hurt her feelings. I’ve never wanted to hurt her or “make her pay.”… Continue reading … And Regret

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Border Skirmishes

I just wrote something back to Mara that I regret. She had written in response to something in one of my blogs. What she said really wasn’t all that confrontational. But it definitely hit me the wrong way. I guess I’m tired of having it explained to me that my current situation and the dissolution… Continue reading Border Skirmishes

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The Blonde and The Troopers

I just saw two state troopers helping a cute little blonde change her tire. It was kind of funny to watch the manliness that was being put on display. My first thought, as ever, was cynical. If that was a blonde boy, do you really think two state troopers would stop to change his tire… Continue reading The Blonde and The Troopers

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There Are No Americans

Milldale, Connecticut. I spent the night at a truck-stop here. Played a little World of Warcraft last night. My weekend is shot. What’s the hurry? I’m about to leave, though. I just got gently dressed down by an African immigrant. He was looking for napkins and couldn’t find any, so I found some for him.… Continue reading There Are No Americans

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Beautiful Day in Massachusetts

Mansfield, Massachusetts. Sitting here in a customer’s dock with the windows down. It feels wonderful outside. Like Fall is just around the corner. It’s rather pretty here. But I’m in a business park. I can only go so far with that. I decided against writing my friend who lives up here. She hasn’t seemed interested… Continue reading Beautiful Day in Massachusetts

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Virginia & A Shower

Chester, Virginia. I stopped at our terminal to take a shower. Hopefully next time I can remember to take a towel. I’m headed to Mansfield, Massachusetts. I thought about e-mailing a friend of mine who lives just miles from there to see if she wanted to have lunch or something. But she doesn’t respond to… Continue reading Virginia & A Shower

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