I write a 600-word column for a national trucking magazine. I’m a semi-retired truck driver, and it’s been three million miles of tedious boredom punctuated by occasional moments of holy terror. The rest of my experience includes ten years in the funeral business, public safety and radio broadcasting.
I have an AA Degree in Communications from Brown College, where I stole my best material from Tom T, a best friend and classmate. A lifetime member of Owner Operator Independent Driver Association, I’m also a member of the Professional Car Society, Commemorative Air Force, and Society of Professional Obituary Writers.
My stories reflect the people, places and situations I’ve encountered during six decades of observation, participation and escape. Every story is true, or could be true, and only the names have been changed to protect ex-wives and unindicted co-conspirators.
My columns have a lot of “no” in them. No crude, no anger, no politics and no profanity. They contain humor, humility and the occasional nugget of diesel-fueled wisdom. I’ve settled on the prairies of eastern Kansas, where it’s too early for retirement, too late for a paper route and I’m too tired to have an affair. I carefully edit these weekly articles to entertain and encourage the crowd that makes yacht payments, just like me.