Happy Truckers' Day!

I don't know if it's official anywhere but today should be National Thank a Truck Driver Day. Just because we could always remember it by saying, 10/4, good buddy! This is a little joke I enjoy once a year, every year. heehee. Still we really should appreciate those mavericks of the road who get our goodies from A to B so we never have to go without the important things in life--like Honey BBQ twisty Fritos.

When I was a little girl I had an old radio with a real dial that let you hear static between stations, and at night I could pick up a national DJ who would talk to truckers from all over the country. I always liked to hear the weather reports; he would mix the weather with the lingo, so that you just knew the skies were threatening over the old double nickels. Someday I want to drive on I-55 and say, cool. Maybe it comes from growing up in the country, where on a humid summer night you could sit on the front porch and hear the sound of the big trucks gearing down as they headed for Nashville. The interstate was a good two miles away at the end of our country road but the sound was always there. Like some people get accustomed to train whistles, or ocean waves, or hoot owls, I always had the lull of the truck wheels rolling on that Kentucky asphalt in the distance, soothing me into dreams of far away places.