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The Pumpkin Patch

October 19, 2018 One Comment

To my left and about half a mile up, jutting from the side of the mountain, like a fragile shelf glued to the side of a very tall rock wall, I saw an eighteen wheeler crawling along a path parallel to my own.  Leaving one eye on the road in front of me, my other eye followed his route.  “How in the world did he get up there?” I mused out loud to myself.  “There must be a tunnel coming out of the mountain, and that must be an old coal mining trail.  Surely he does not belong up there.”

I had been steadily climbing Wolf Creek Pass for almost thirty minutes, plugging along, twenty miles per hour, peddle to the floor, engine whining wearily under the load, and now, at an altitude of just over two miles above sea level, I was convinced I had almost crested the top.  The sun was low in the sky, and I preferred to get down off these mountains before it sank completely, because I knew out here, once it disappeared, it was like drawing so many thick velvet curtains before one’s very nose, Read more »

Skunk Breath

August 14, 2018 One Comment

It has been a while since I’ve blogged, and I find my fingers itching to ramble aimlessly about something. Anything. I decided to keep it light-hearted; go back in time, to my car selling days, and reminisce about a cold and rainy Saturday in October.

If you have heard that the best time to purchase a vehicle is at the end of the month, you were correctly informed. The pressure that envelopes a car dealership, from owners to management, and from the sales team to finance, is so thick that a General Manager might almost miss the bundle of one-hundred dollar bills that the owner is hurling in his direction Read more »

The Trucker

October 24, 2017 One Comment

When he hits the Big Slab, his heart is sad. The memory of little faces looking up at him begging for one more day at home. With a little luck, clear weather, and good traffic, he will see his family again in a week or so. He points his rig towards Shaky-Town and it’s hammer down.

00121For the trucker, there is not a schedule that he can plan his life around to spend more time with his loved ones. He can’t promise them that he will be home for birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, or even Holidays. He is prepared to leave on a Sunday and drive until his trailer is empty, then reload and head back. He is expected to arrive at his destination early, smile at the receiver at the warehouse window, who never makes eye contact, and patiently sit waiting to be unloaded or reloaded. He is expected to sit for hours, and not complain, even though he knows the sooner he leaves the more time he gets to spend with his loved ones back home. He is often late to his next destination before he ever hits the highway,

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