A Truckers Poem.

Lenny’s at it again. His wife is standing by her man.

Truck driver dreams an impossible dream.

This is a messed up “Rudolph the red nosed raindeer” I know it isn’t an article but I hope you enjoy it…

Truckstop, truckstop.

My father died in July of 1999. I was living in Tennessee at the time, and got THE call from my brother. He only calls me when there’s bad news.

This is a humorous story about my dad when he was nineteen and in the army at the end of world war II while stationed in occupied Japan.

Car accidents.

Somewhere different other than Earth, Car’s and Trucks, A different atmospher.

Work frustrations…. I needed to vent.