Jan 30

Still in Laredo and waiting for a load.

Captain Vern, Trucker Randy and I eat breakfast. Next to us is Tammy (not real name). She sits by herself so I go over for a chat. She supports Hillary. We talk about abortion, her ex-husband, kids that don't keep in touch and promises not kept. I believe 1 -3/4 hours have passed when she says, "I can't vote. I'm German." I didn't mind one bit. I liked her too much to think about the election.

In the world of trucking one day you meet someone new, wake up the next and they're gone. In the wee hours of the morning, many truckers spring into action when their dispatchers call with a job. In the quiet of the night, you'll hear engines turning over and wheels start to roll. Friends come and go but hopefully paths will cross again at the next truckstop

After a grande day of talking about Huckabee and hanging up signs - Randy's dispatcher calls - it's around 4:30 pm.

We're off and rolling toward Dallas where we'll stop in San Antonio to meet up with Adam Z's lovely family. Adam's wife and three kids take a box of Huck Signs home to distribute. We grab a quick bite and then we're back on the road.

We pulled into a rest stop about 1 am. I'm tired and already decked out in my favorite gnome decorated, thick flannel, jammies. That's when I forgot an important factor of riding in a Semi - you're sitting up high. I then stepped out of the truck like it's was a car - BAMM. I dropped 5 feet down and laid there on the concrete laughing. Randy jumped out frantically saying over and over "ARE YOU OK?" All I could do was laugh.

There was not a scratch - God is So Good! I do hope the other truckers who had the privilege of seeing the lady in her gnome printed jammies enjoyed the show.