Beautiful Morning, Ain’t It?

The wind howled drearily around the truck cab, sometimes making the sleeper rock slightly. The sky was overcast and sullen. Ross and I donned our Carhartts and gloves and set to work undoing the ropes that hold the tarps on the hay. It was miserably difficult pulling the 29’ x 27’ tarp off. 140 poundsContinue reading “Beautiful Morning, Ain’t It?”

My Week in a Pea Pod

My Week in a Pea Pod. (It’s like saying “in a nutshell” only way more interesting.) — One day I received an email. It began “Hi, I am Chuck, the Truck Duck.” Too bad it had to be spam after such a great introduction. — “You are not a chicken,” I told Buster Bear asContinue reading “My Week in a Pea Pod”