Solitary Event

One of first things I notice when I decided to hop in the truck, was the lifestyle of the trucker. Here’s the distinction as I am told. “We are movers And there happens to be a truck involved” The longer I’m out here the more sense that statement makes. I see so many men out here, eating by themselves and staring out with far away eyes.  What are they thinking about?  I know what I’m thinking about. Everything that we wear eat smell taste hold buy or share came on a truck and although I am grateful they have chosen this solitary lifestyle I also hope they are more alone than lonely.

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A Bowl of What?

wpid-20141007_204836.jpgThis following 4way conversation happened in Toledo Ohio Petro truck stop yesterday.  “Hey how’s the prime rib?” Waitress with glasses and tired smile said. “It’s ‘all you can eat’ on Thurs it comes with a bowl of soup ” then some guy said “Ebola soup? ” then another trucker says ” I’d rather have that than the prime rib”. It was bound to happen.

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Da hood

IMG_0033I couple walks into a bar full of Zombies. No really it happened last nite unbeknownst to me, the Birthday boy and his guests it was Walking Dead ala pub crawl. Thank goodness.  Our taxi guy expressed a sad tale of abandonment that has taken over downtown Gary Indiana. He had his solution which was both sound and simple. “Why doesn’t the governor or the Mayor care anymore” I felt bad. I’m glad I didn’t respond or react. Listening in this case was an appropriate response.

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Say a little prayer for me.

When I was a single digit midget my brother and I often said the following prayer.  “Now I lay me down to sleep a bag of twinkies by my feet If I should die before I wake I ask you Lord my Soul to Take”. Now there are snow flurries here in Elgin Illinois and we are out driving and I am still praying. A fellow driver ran us to store then invited us to his home 9 people and 2 Rottweilers later I realize the kindness of others make laborious days seem trite
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Cheeswizconsin

Didn’t spend enough time here to get any kind of pulse of Wisconsin.  At the fuel pump now is chance to hop out and grab a drink or use the ladies room. The driver said “did you see that whole island of cheese? I didn’t I in robot mode I did not compute. Then we laughed because I said a line at some bar in Wisconsin would go like this “I  wanna fondle you and the driver says fondue you? “What”

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Shower Power

As you know living in a truck you take showers where can. At the satellite offices known as the yard or the truck stops. Here’s the fun part you are always walking into a new scenario. There have been times where the dial handle was a wrench and another time one truck stop had a rain forest shower so glorious. Sometimes I’ll check out the shower to see if there are any 6 or 8 legged creatures. Ah this one looks clear. Then I let out a blood curdling scream because just under the ledge or lip was a ginormous insect like the kind you find in Guatemala rain forest. Hiding, this thing, waiting to pounce. I should be thankful at least it let me lather rinse and repeat.

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Low down dirty truth

Guess what?  I’d throw that vial in the Potomac or down the drain. Just like Col. Nathan Jessup in the movie “Few Good Men” “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH” He was right. I can’t handle anyone’s truth but my own and the last time someone told me their truth I was completely devastated. So there.
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Community Inspired

I read and commented on An American Social Worker In London who wrote about showing up to an Interview. I agreed wholeheartedly as he shared that one should be present presentable and prepared. Then I scrolled down and BAM got hit with piece. A call for a Black Caucus to provide an environment that is conducive to elevating people so that they may thrive and all that is Implied. I talked it over with family and we agreed that others suffering have not gone unnoticed. We also agreed to remain steadfast to supporting others. “To whom much is given much is expected” is the thought that has remain after his reading. My futile attempt to find the other individual who wrote about the death in Ferguson was not successful my thoughts lingered long after reading her passionate opinion. Around that time I was driving through Missouri very close to the city and I was sad and scared. Later that evening I played poker in Kansas City and not a single person brought up the ordeal. Mind you everything gets talked about at the poker table. I thought maybe it’s to painful to discuss I choose not to think that no one cared.

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Blanca Beautiful…2.0

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This is the Blanca. I met Miss feral about 5 years ago. She is a testament to love. “We’ve had a lot of feral cats come and go” we soften all her food and she has water. I can’t believe she is thriving consider the circumstances. She is a lovely mess I think she’s a girl. She subscribes to the same condition as when I first wrote about her. Thank you Blanca for sticking around and teaching me the power of love for all things beautiful. Ziajian.
/girlabouthecountry.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/20130627_221051.jpg”>20130627_221051“Please put out some food for Blanca” hanging out at my folks Welding shop in between  trucking gigs I see Blanca a contorted cat as though she’s been flattened by a flatbed. Her meow isn’t even complete I tear up never having seen an animal near death I think initially,  I take a pic and miraculously she appears more feline and proper since it does not capture the missing teeth blackened gum line and consistent eye crud. I leave food out walk back into office and my Mom says “isn’t she beautiful I just love her” No mystery feral sticks around where fed. I say to self “she is so ugly she is beautiful.”