I use to want to be truck driver when I was a little, little kid. Probably came from my hours of listening to C.W. McCall as a child. Also I have this uncle –the guy that use to freak me out about the chickens– he wanted to be a rodeo bronc buster and a truck driver. So when I’d be visiting that’s all we talked about.
That and he’d practice trying to calf rope me -he barely gave me a 10 second start to run. Any wonder I am a bit quirky and cagey?
My uncle, he’s a truck driver, has been since the day he left home.
Would it surprise any of you to learn that I worked at a truck stop in my early twenties.
No, probably not, huh?
I worked maintenance- that’s code for glorified janitor.
It was a good time.
“They drove Chevys and Macs with big ol’ stacks.”
Enjoy your Friday everyone!
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