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Cults, Wine and Warehouses

Trumper at the Wine Counter

Typically, when I visit my local grocery store, I don’t expect to become embroiled in a contentious discussion. I frequent this higher-end establishment weekly. It has everything I like to eat during my five days on the road. When you enter on the west side, there’s a fridge section full of wraps, sandwiches, salads and sushi that are tasty and nutritious. That’s the gateway to my trucking provisions. I know where everything is and often, I’m in and out in half an hour.

Sometimes things don’t go as planned, and that was the case on Saturday March 1st. I was in the store the day after the infamous meeting between Ukraine President Volodymyr Zalensky and US President Donald Trump, accompanied by Vice President JD Vance. In case you live in a cave and didn’t catch it, Trump and Vance seemed to ambush Zalensky, whose country is embroiled in a bitter war started by Russia. They insulted him and embarrassed him and his country, calling them ungrateful for past American financial and military support.

This meeting wasn’t front of mind when I walked into the small wine store that’s nestled inside the store. Rather I was thinking more of Trump’s economic campaign against Canada, which he had just begun with promises of tariffs and encouraging Canada to become the ’51st state.’ I wanted to support the fast evolving ‘Buy Canadian’ movement.

Yup, me, a trucker who spends almost five full days each week in America. Until now, I’ve never considered myself much of a ‘homer.’ I’m more a ‘man of the world.’ But a swift and unprecedented attack on my homeland changed that in a heartbeat. Suddenly I’m backing my country to the glorious end. Continue reading

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Swampy Southern Things

“There could be gators in there,” said the short round trucker in overalls. “Probably three footers.”

“Oh yeah?” I exclaimed.

Both him and his friend nodded their heads in agreement. The three of us were standing a few short feet from the swampy muck at the back of the truck stop. We had just met after I returned from relieving myself behind my trailer.

I rounded the corner and there they were: two short, oval, middle-aged locals who appeared every bit a stereotype of a southern hillbilly. They were standing next to their flatbed tractor-trailers on this unseasonably warm September evening.

It’s my nature to just start talking. So, I did.

I joked about the possibilities of there being snakes in the swamp, an unruly mixture of disgusting pea green liquid, long grass, garbage and mud. They seemed to be sizing me up for a few short seconds.

The talkative one then pulled out his phone and showed me snapshots of a skinned and mounted python that he’d killed with his shotgun in a town to the nearby south. He mentioned some specific detail about the gun. It meant nothing to me. I tried to look impressed.

Soon came the revelation about gators. The next photo was of a wild boar. They both assured me it was possible to see such a monstrous creature here in the dead of the night. Continue reading

Duffer and the Deer

Highway I-79 near the West Virginia - Pennsylvania border

I-79 near the West Virginia – Pennsylvania border

Steve Duffer III

Steve Duffer III died on I-79 in West Virginia, just north of Meadowdale. A homemade memorial dedicated to his memory is perched on the hill beside the highway. It’s legible even from a passing trucker’s vantage point.

Each time I drive by the memorial, I quickly read the name and return my eyes to the road. For some reason I can’t recall much else about the memorial besides the dedication. I think it’s a white wooden cross that’s been hammered into the ground.

Research on Mr. Duffer’s death reveals a tragedy. He died in February 2007 when his southbound red Nissan Frontier pickup crossed the meridian on Jennings Randolph Expressway (what I-79 is named in West Virginia) and hit a tractor trailer.

The 2001 Mack tractor trailer in the northbound lanes was running out of Hickory, North Carolina – where I have picked up and delivered numerous times in my nine months as a truck driver. Continue reading