I’ve found myself thinking the unthinkable today. I’ve actually mulled over the idea of going back to U.S. Xpress. Egads! Am I mad? I should explain this. First off, spending all day yesterday in a room full of team drivers was informative. I learned, for example, that the reason there doesn’t seem to be a… Continue reading Thinking the Unthinkable
Greensboro, North Carolina. I’m sitting outside the gate of a shop. My company has shown its usual genius by sending about fifteen drivers to the same place at the same time for the same work. Problem is, the place isn’t open yet and there isn’t room outside of their gates for fifteen Freightliner trucks. I… Continue reading Waiting …
I’m looking for a good harmonica. I got up this morning feeling sorry for myself. That’s such a ridiculous situation that I figured it would make more sense if I rounded up a harmonica and sat outside on the porch at Mama’s apartment, singing a sad song about how my woman did me wrong and… Continue reading Where's My Harmonica?
I put a dreamcatcher up in the truck this morning. It’s been in the truck(s) since I vacated the house. I could never figure out how to put it up. But when I got up this morning, I looked at it and knew. It was time, I guess. This dreamcatcher has seen better days. It’s… Continue reading Dreamcatcher
Someone once asked me how I could stand to eat nothing but cold food out of packs and cans when I’m on the road. Here’s a good example of “how”. This is what $5 gets you at the Carnesville, Georgia Petro fuel isle. It’s cheaper to eat my own out of the truck, and I… Continue reading Food on The Road
Greensboro. Still. I’m at the terminal. They ferried us back over here from that other shop this morning. Then I sat here all day in a conference room with a bunch of other drivers. That was kind of fun, actually. Few groups of people know how to make the most of downtime like truck drivers.… Continue reading I Don't Feel Any Safer
I’ve been thinking about change a lot this morning. I’ve been in a funk ever since Christmas. Dragging my feet, with no real sense of purpose or intent. Oh, the same old plans are on the drawing board (recording, writing, etc), but I sort of lost my way. Before Christmas I felt like I was… Continue reading De-Funk?
I-75 northbound just north of Knoxville, Tennessee. I’m headed to North Vernon, Indiana. Not a great run, but a decent one. And being that far out means the next load should be good. I won’t be getting a paycheck this week. Oops. I hadn’t turned in last week’s trips and needed to do so by… Continue reading Just North of Knoxville
I’m about to take my shower and get out of here for the week. I probably should have been gone already, but my load can deliver anytime before midnight tonight. I always drag my ass when the opportunity arises. Didn’t get a lot done over the weekend. Well, not as much as I should. I’ve… Continue reading Slack-Ass on a Monday
I’ve thought quite often that I should write my friends on MySpace and thank them for making me feel like it matters to someone that I’m still breathing. There are quite a few people on my friends list who often post comments. They always make me smile. And there are times quite often when I… Continue reading Apologies to MySpace Friends