I recently re-established contact with an old friend after a six or seven year absence. She was unaware of our new profession, and in the process of catching up, she asked, "Do truckers still have CB's?"
My experience with CB radio started, like most people, in the 1970's. I got one around 1975, and since I was driving a VW Rabbit, my handle was "Bugs Bunny." Of course, the song "Convoy" and the movie "Smokey and the Bandit" reflected the explosion of popularity of the things, and I enjoyed having it in the car for a couple of years, learning the lingo and such.
But then, along with the rest of the country, my infatuation died, and it went back to be mainly the domain of the trucking industry. And a major shift occured when the government deregulated the airwaves. Which meant you didn't have to have a license to operate a radio and there was carte blanche on what you could say on the air.
Donna and I got into trucking in March of 2005. We did without a CB for nearly two years. I kept thinking it would be good to have one, but kept putting it off. Then we got our new truck in December of 2006, and a little later I took the plunge. So I hooked up the radio while at home and we took off across the top end perimeter of Atlanta to go to a pickup, and I flipped the switch for the first time in thiry years. Immediately a highly irritated southern voice came screetching over the air. "That G.D M.F.'n Gordon cut off Junior yesterday and cost Junior the G.D.M.F.'n race!" Whoa! This language was illegal thirty years ago. Gotta love deregulation! This rampage lasted several more minutes and I turned it off. I came to find out that no one used the old "10" codes anymore, and if anyone used "good buddy" it was to refer to a man of, shall we say, an alternative lifestyle. And thats pretty much how it was for the next two years. It was helpful when there were weather and traffic issues, but the polite friendly voices that I heard in my teenaged years were replaced by racist, misogynistic, ignorant, right wing, gun lovin' nut jobs with giant amps that could, and did, blast anyone with dissenting opinions off the air.
And the guys who do stay on the air continually resent those who pop in when there are traffic problems. We got caught in a bumper to bumper jam in Virginia once and pulled off to get fuel. I left the radio on and listened to one guy roar at every driver who came on the air asking what the problem was, "Go back to yer XM and let IT tell you what the problem is you #$#%%^^$#@^***!!!! And this went on for at least half an hour, at least fifteen or twenty times.
I went about three weeks once without turning it on at all. I decided to see what was going on out there, and was greeted immediately, the very second I turned on the radio, by someone announcing this jewel: "Yeah, I even sucked my own d*** one time!" Well, nothing had changed, I thought, as I reached up and flipped it off again.
So when my friend asked the question, "do truckers still have CB's?", the above was the story I related to her. And I immediately began to think about blogging the story about the death of civility on CB radio, indeed the demise of civilization itself,
and then....
A couple of weeks ago Donna and I were on a run where we had to drive 75 miles of twisting, turning, Pennsylvania two lane blacktop through a National Forest in a snowstorm in the middle of the night to get to a delivery. Our GPS instructed us that we had arrived at our location, but it wasn't there (another blog about technology for another day). What WAS there was a PA DOT station where they were loading salt and sand into trucks, one of which had its headlights on, facing into the roadway. We went creeping slowly by, looking for anything close to a factory, and I heard a voice, "Whatcha doin' big truck?" I had left the CB on, squelched low, and had forgotten about it. Donna and I looked at each other. "Is he talking to us?" Donna asked. "Whatcha lookin' for, big truck?" came over the air again. I grabbed the mic and told him the name of the company we were trying to find. "You got about five or six more miles to go, it'll be up on the left next to the railroad tracks, just pull into the first dock you see. You carryin' powder?" Obviously a local. Well we chatted a couple of more minutes and he wished us well and we thanked him and we continued on our way.
And so then I had to re-think this blog entry. Where I was poised to bury CB radio, I must now praise. Like nearly everything in life, it is a mixture of good and evil. And all groups have that mixture: Black and white, rich and poor, republican and democrat. The problem is that the evil tends to be the loud ones, the ones with "giant amps" blowing everyone else away, the ones that get all the attention (usually thanks to the media) and who we point to when condemning that group. The truth, however, is that no one group or person is all good or all evil, and our eyes must remain open to the possibility of good in any and all situations and peoples, no matter what our predjudices and prior learning experiences lead us to believe.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
January 20th, 2009: The End of an Error
The title is from a bumper sticker I saw many times last year leading up to the election. Another is "Somewhere in Texas, a village is missing an idiot." We saw a clever one once: "A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V X Y Z"
Get it? No W.
I have never been a fan of W's. I didn't vote in 2000, mainly because I wasn't enthused about either candidate, plus Georgia is such a solidly republican state I knew my vote wasn't going to make a difference. Georgia went for Bush at a 60 percent rate. 2004 was different. I wasn't a big fan of John Kerry's either but I was pissed and I wanted to do SOMETHING. If the president is the CEO of the country, then I felt like he needed to be fired. Then the perfect ca-ca financial storm hits in the second term, and, well....
I'm not going to pile on W any more. I have always held that it was possible, however slight the odds, that his vision of democracy taking root in the Middle East might happen. But 5000 years of history say otherwise. Never has western man gone into the Middle East and anything good happened. When Reagan pulled the troops out of Beirut after the Embassy bombing and all those Marines died, he said in his memoirs that he hadn't counted on the irrationality of the people of the region. But time will tell. And his efforts to fund the war on AIDS in Africa was, and still is, a noble cause. And I never had a problem with the regime change in Afghanistan either. Their leaders publicly lined themselves up with Al Queda and Bin Laden after they attacked us. But history will have the final say.
Now we start a new era. I voted for Barack Obama. I believe he is going to be a much more centrist president than his voting record in Congress would indicate. I believe he is going to try to be a uniter, a bipartisan leader of the country. All his moves up to now point to that being the case.
But I am also a realist. He may succede and be a good president or he may not. I also know there are a lot of crazies out there and I fear for his and his family's safety. And I know the story of the Zen Master and the Little Boy, as told by Gust Avrokatos in "Charlie Wilson's War."
We'll see.
We made our delivery saturday in Wilmington OH, rested all day sunday and immediately got a load on monday picking up in Lexington KY and delivering into Washington DC monday night. Which we did and now it is tuesday and we accepted a job picking up in New Jersey going to two stops in western New York state. The ball keeps on bouncing.....
Get it? No W.
I have never been a fan of W's. I didn't vote in 2000, mainly because I wasn't enthused about either candidate, plus Georgia is such a solidly republican state I knew my vote wasn't going to make a difference. Georgia went for Bush at a 60 percent rate. 2004 was different. I wasn't a big fan of John Kerry's either but I was pissed and I wanted to do SOMETHING. If the president is the CEO of the country, then I felt like he needed to be fired. Then the perfect ca-ca financial storm hits in the second term, and, well....
I'm not going to pile on W any more. I have always held that it was possible, however slight the odds, that his vision of democracy taking root in the Middle East might happen. But 5000 years of history say otherwise. Never has western man gone into the Middle East and anything good happened. When Reagan pulled the troops out of Beirut after the Embassy bombing and all those Marines died, he said in his memoirs that he hadn't counted on the irrationality of the people of the region. But time will tell. And his efforts to fund the war on AIDS in Africa was, and still is, a noble cause. And I never had a problem with the regime change in Afghanistan either. Their leaders publicly lined themselves up with Al Queda and Bin Laden after they attacked us. But history will have the final say.
Now we start a new era. I voted for Barack Obama. I believe he is going to be a much more centrist president than his voting record in Congress would indicate. I believe he is going to try to be a uniter, a bipartisan leader of the country. All his moves up to now point to that being the case.
But I am also a realist. He may succede and be a good president or he may not. I also know there are a lot of crazies out there and I fear for his and his family's safety. And I know the story of the Zen Master and the Little Boy, as told by Gust Avrokatos in "Charlie Wilson's War."
We'll see.
We made our delivery saturday in Wilmington OH, rested all day sunday and immediately got a load on monday picking up in Lexington KY and delivering into Washington DC monday night. Which we did and now it is tuesday and we accepted a job picking up in New Jersey going to two stops in western New York state. The ball keeps on bouncing.....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Oh! Canada?
We were sitting in Burlington VT and we got a load offer picking up in Montreal, delivering to Wilmington, OH. Now the pay per mile was low but this is an area that not much freight moves out of, the temperature that morning hit eightteen below zero, it was the middle of the afternoon on a friday and the clock was ticking. The last thing we wanted was to get stuck in this icebox for the weekend, and Ohio would be a good place to start on monday. So we took it.
Well the first problem we noted was when we got the info, there was a note about not sending tractor-trailors to this address, which meant it was going to be a tight fit for our truck, even though it is just a straight truck. Then we saw it was in downtown Montreal. Then the directions were off and we had trouble locating the address. Long story short, we had to squeeze the truck down an alley to get near the dock, and it was too tight to back up to the dock, so we had to load 43 boxes at 50 pounds each in subzero temps. We finally got on our way but missed a turn and had to work to get back on track. But we did, which led up to the border crossing, which we always are nervous about because, well, a lot of the border guards are assholes. And that leads me to the topic of this blog.
Our first crossing into Canada occured when we were still newbies. Donna was driving, I was in the sleeper. The agent took our paperwork (which we send in to a broker when we make the pickup and the broker clears the freight through customs for us), asked questions like where she was from, how long would we be staying in Canada, do we have any weapons on board, etc, and then asked if there was anyone else in the truck. Donna said, "Just my husband who is asleep in the back.) The guard snapped, "Get him up here!" So I got into the front and he barked, "You're supposed to be up front! You could have been a terrorist!" I just kind of gave an apologetic smile. He glared at me and snarled, "You see I'm not laughing!" Well, we had heard these guys don't have a sense of humor. I remember a story from Sports Illustrated about a ballplayer who when asked by a Canadian customs agent if he had anything to declare stated, "I'm proud to be an American!" He was promptly detained for questioning. Anyway, we made it through and made our delivery.
Early on, we applied for and recieved something called FAST cards, which is another type of ID cards that have our pictures on them and says we have been approved by both the US and Canadian government for delivering freight across the border. We always give those cards as ID with our shipping paperwork and that has never been a problem....except once. We were crossing into Canada and I was driving. I usually have Donna drive in, because most guards are male, and Donna is pretty and, well...you get the picture. (Yeah, its sexist. Sue me.) Anyway, this guard is a matronly heavy set woman who looks at our FAST cards and says something about needing photo ID. I made the mistake of questioning her, saying we always have used the FAST cards with no problems. She said something about this not being a FAST approved load and then stated very matter-of-factly, "I am making my SECOND request for photo ID." Well, I didn't think there was going to be a third request that didn't involve multiple guards and physical violence so we dug out our passports and she let us on through.
The US Customs agents are the worst however. The best of them usually are just robotic, and the others have attitudes that make you think they are sitting there all day with a raging case of hemmorhoids, just waiting for someone to give them an excuse to go off. Which I did once. Border crossing policy and procedures change quite often since 9/11 and one of the changes was something called an ACE Manifest. Which all it was, and still is, is a piece of paper with the FedEx Custom Critical load number, driver's name and truck license plate number on it. Thats it. Nothing else. Originally we able to just hand write this info down on any piece of paper and give that to the US Customs guard. Until.....I was driving (first mistake) and gave the paper to a guard crossing into the US at Buffalo. He looked at it like I had given him used toilet paper, practically threw it back at me and starting giving me attitude. I stated our dispatchers told us that a handwritten ACE form was OK. He snapped some more and then ordered me to go to the Xray machine and then go inside the customs building. I was flabbergasted by this point, and pulled forward, then realized I didn't see where the Xray machine was. So I pulled over to the customs building, and started to open the door to get out of the truck to go into customs. (This is starting to sound like Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant" draft induction story) I got the truck door open about an inch when there stood another customs guard pushing my door closed with his Official US Customs Flashlight with one hand with his other placed on his US Customs Official 9mm Pistol and snarling, "YOU WERE TOLD TO GO TO XRAY!" I explained I didn't see the Xray. Turns out I had already passed it, so the customs guard jumped into his Offficial US Customs Minivan and led us in making a U-turn to lead us to the now infamous Official US Customs Xray Area, where we had to all exit the truck while it was scanned for nuclear and biological or any weapons of mass distruction. We then were told we didn't have any nuclear or biological weapons or any contraband of any type on our truck, so now we had to go into the Customs office where they would tell us when we could cross with our EMPTY truck. Yes, our truck had no freight in it at all. We were crossing empty to get back to the land of our birth, and we still had to have a piece of paper saying our name, load number (when empty you use the number you crossed in with) and truck license plate number. And this is only when crossing from Canada into the US. Empty or loaded. I guess thats what galls me the most, being treated like a criminal by my own country. At border crossings, The US Constitution is ignored. You are guilty until proven innocent.
We have had positive experiences in Canada however. The people there are generally very friendly. We had a delivery 250 miles north of Toronto going to a town called Timmons, Ontario. It is famous for being the hometown of Shania Twain, as the billboard going into town proudly proclaimed. I stopped to get a picture of it. Donna just rolled her eyes. Obviously on that trip we were deep into Canada. We stopped at a remote rest area that had a large sign in it that one side stated "All water on this side of the sign flows into the Atlantic Ocean" I was shocked when I went around to the other side which proclaimed, "All water on this side of the sign flows into the ARCTIC Ocean" (Caps mine). We also had a great day on a beach in Toronto on Lake Ontario. We have wondered about living next to water that is too cold to swim in, even in July. Seems frustrating to a Southerner.
Early on, all our pick ups and deliveries in Canada were in Ontario, which, aside from the border crossings and the currency, is not much different from being in
the US. However, then we had to go into Quebec. THEN you know you are in a foriegn country. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is in French. And often you get to a pick up or delivery and no one there speaks any functional english at all. Which then you get to do a primitive version of sign language and piecing together my extremely limited french vocabulary with their similarly limited english. It has always worked, eventually. I did enjoy a rare occasion when I had to go into the main office of a business instead of the docks. A pretty woman behind the receptionists desk looked up at me and said liltingly, "Bon Jour!" Ahh, the French. I am remembering two vastly different movies. In "My Fair Lady" Professor Higgins is berating all countries for not teaching their children their own languages. About the French he states "the french don't care what you say, just as long as you pronounce it properly". In the second Matrix movie, the french bad guy soliliquies on the beauty of cursing in french. Quebec is doggedly determined to remain French; back in the sixties or seventies there was a secessionist movement, some bombings occurred and some people actually were jailed. One person told us that in Quebec the schools are highly restrictive about teaching english.
Another thing we have noticed is that Canadians don't shut their blinds at night. We were driving through rural Canada one night and I noted it to Donna. At first, she thought I was crazy. Then we both got to looking, and it was true. Large windows, with no blinds pulled and we could see whatever they were doing in the house. Shortly after noticing this, we watched "Bowling for Columbine" in which Micheal Moore is noting that while Canadians have guns like us, they don't shoot each other nearly as often as we do. (He opined that he thought that it was that our media, with its "if it bleeds, it leads" mentality has generated a fear culture among Americans. Which I thought was unusual; a liberal blaming the media for something.) Anyway, it came out also that Canandians don't lock their doors. And he went door to door just opening doors to people's houses without knocking and then interviewing them. So I wonder if the blinds thing is related to the unlocked doors. No secrets, no fear.
Anyway, thats my take on Canada. We will be posting pix on Facebook of our Canadian adventures soon.
This past week, we started in Atlanta, delivered a load of Guitar Hero III to Brownsville, TX, moved up to Houston and caught a load going to eastern Indiana, jumped to western Ohio to pick up a load going to Vermont, from there a load of videos in Montreal going back to Ohio, and here we are just south of Cincinnati in Kentucky, ready for the next week to start.
"The road goes on forever, and the party never ends....."
Robert Earl Keen
Well the first problem we noted was when we got the info, there was a note about not sending tractor-trailors to this address, which meant it was going to be a tight fit for our truck, even though it is just a straight truck. Then we saw it was in downtown Montreal. Then the directions were off and we had trouble locating the address. Long story short, we had to squeeze the truck down an alley to get near the dock, and it was too tight to back up to the dock, so we had to load 43 boxes at 50 pounds each in subzero temps. We finally got on our way but missed a turn and had to work to get back on track. But we did, which led up to the border crossing, which we always are nervous about because, well, a lot of the border guards are assholes. And that leads me to the topic of this blog.
Our first crossing into Canada occured when we were still newbies. Donna was driving, I was in the sleeper. The agent took our paperwork (which we send in to a broker when we make the pickup and the broker clears the freight through customs for us), asked questions like where she was from, how long would we be staying in Canada, do we have any weapons on board, etc, and then asked if there was anyone else in the truck. Donna said, "Just my husband who is asleep in the back.) The guard snapped, "Get him up here!" So I got into the front and he barked, "You're supposed to be up front! You could have been a terrorist!" I just kind of gave an apologetic smile. He glared at me and snarled, "You see I'm not laughing!" Well, we had heard these guys don't have a sense of humor. I remember a story from Sports Illustrated about a ballplayer who when asked by a Canadian customs agent if he had anything to declare stated, "I'm proud to be an American!" He was promptly detained for questioning. Anyway, we made it through and made our delivery.
Early on, we applied for and recieved something called FAST cards, which is another type of ID cards that have our pictures on them and says we have been approved by both the US and Canadian government for delivering freight across the border. We always give those cards as ID with our shipping paperwork and that has never been a problem....except once. We were crossing into Canada and I was driving. I usually have Donna drive in, because most guards are male, and Donna is pretty and, well...you get the picture. (Yeah, its sexist. Sue me.) Anyway, this guard is a matronly heavy set woman who looks at our FAST cards and says something about needing photo ID. I made the mistake of questioning her, saying we always have used the FAST cards with no problems. She said something about this not being a FAST approved load and then stated very matter-of-factly, "I am making my SECOND request for photo ID." Well, I didn't think there was going to be a third request that didn't involve multiple guards and physical violence so we dug out our passports and she let us on through.
The US Customs agents are the worst however. The best of them usually are just robotic, and the others have attitudes that make you think they are sitting there all day with a raging case of hemmorhoids, just waiting for someone to give them an excuse to go off. Which I did once. Border crossing policy and procedures change quite often since 9/11 and one of the changes was something called an ACE Manifest. Which all it was, and still is, is a piece of paper with the FedEx Custom Critical load number, driver's name and truck license plate number on it. Thats it. Nothing else. Originally we able to just hand write this info down on any piece of paper and give that to the US Customs guard. Until.....I was driving (first mistake) and gave the paper to a guard crossing into the US at Buffalo. He looked at it like I had given him used toilet paper, practically threw it back at me and starting giving me attitude. I stated our dispatchers told us that a handwritten ACE form was OK. He snapped some more and then ordered me to go to the Xray machine and then go inside the customs building. I was flabbergasted by this point, and pulled forward, then realized I didn't see where the Xray machine was. So I pulled over to the customs building, and started to open the door to get out of the truck to go into customs. (This is starting to sound like Arlo Guthrie's "Alice's Restaurant" draft induction story) I got the truck door open about an inch when there stood another customs guard pushing my door closed with his Official US Customs Flashlight with one hand with his other placed on his US Customs Official 9mm Pistol and snarling, "YOU WERE TOLD TO GO TO XRAY!" I explained I didn't see the Xray. Turns out I had already passed it, so the customs guard jumped into his Offficial US Customs Minivan and led us in making a U-turn to lead us to the now infamous Official US Customs Xray Area, where we had to all exit the truck while it was scanned for nuclear and biological or any weapons of mass distruction. We then were told we didn't have any nuclear or biological weapons or any contraband of any type on our truck, so now we had to go into the Customs office where they would tell us when we could cross with our EMPTY truck. Yes, our truck had no freight in it at all. We were crossing empty to get back to the land of our birth, and we still had to have a piece of paper saying our name, load number (when empty you use the number you crossed in with) and truck license plate number. And this is only when crossing from Canada into the US. Empty or loaded. I guess thats what galls me the most, being treated like a criminal by my own country. At border crossings, The US Constitution is ignored. You are guilty until proven innocent.
We have had positive experiences in Canada however. The people there are generally very friendly. We had a delivery 250 miles north of Toronto going to a town called Timmons, Ontario. It is famous for being the hometown of Shania Twain, as the billboard going into town proudly proclaimed. I stopped to get a picture of it. Donna just rolled her eyes. Obviously on that trip we were deep into Canada. We stopped at a remote rest area that had a large sign in it that one side stated "All water on this side of the sign flows into the Atlantic Ocean" I was shocked when I went around to the other side which proclaimed, "All water on this side of the sign flows into the ARCTIC Ocean" (Caps mine). We also had a great day on a beach in Toronto on Lake Ontario. We have wondered about living next to water that is too cold to swim in, even in July. Seems frustrating to a Southerner.
Early on, all our pick ups and deliveries in Canada were in Ontario, which, aside from the border crossings and the currency, is not much different from being in
the US. However, then we had to go into Quebec. THEN you know you are in a foriegn country. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is in French. And often you get to a pick up or delivery and no one there speaks any functional english at all. Which then you get to do a primitive version of sign language and piecing together my extremely limited french vocabulary with their similarly limited english. It has always worked, eventually. I did enjoy a rare occasion when I had to go into the main office of a business instead of the docks. A pretty woman behind the receptionists desk looked up at me and said liltingly, "Bon Jour!" Ahh, the French. I am remembering two vastly different movies. In "My Fair Lady" Professor Higgins is berating all countries for not teaching their children their own languages. About the French he states "the french don't care what you say, just as long as you pronounce it properly". In the second Matrix movie, the french bad guy soliliquies on the beauty of cursing in french. Quebec is doggedly determined to remain French; back in the sixties or seventies there was a secessionist movement, some bombings occurred and some people actually were jailed. One person told us that in Quebec the schools are highly restrictive about teaching english.
Another thing we have noticed is that Canadians don't shut their blinds at night. We were driving through rural Canada one night and I noted it to Donna. At first, she thought I was crazy. Then we both got to looking, and it was true. Large windows, with no blinds pulled and we could see whatever they were doing in the house. Shortly after noticing this, we watched "Bowling for Columbine" in which Micheal Moore is noting that while Canadians have guns like us, they don't shoot each other nearly as often as we do. (He opined that he thought that it was that our media, with its "if it bleeds, it leads" mentality has generated a fear culture among Americans. Which I thought was unusual; a liberal blaming the media for something.) Anyway, it came out also that Canandians don't lock their doors. And he went door to door just opening doors to people's houses without knocking and then interviewing them. So I wonder if the blinds thing is related to the unlocked doors. No secrets, no fear.
Anyway, thats my take on Canada. We will be posting pix on Facebook of our Canadian adventures soon.
This past week, we started in Atlanta, delivered a load of Guitar Hero III to Brownsville, TX, moved up to Houston and caught a load going to eastern Indiana, jumped to western Ohio to pick up a load going to Vermont, from there a load of videos in Montreal going back to Ohio, and here we are just south of Cincinnati in Kentucky, ready for the next week to start.
"The road goes on forever, and the party never ends....."
Robert Earl Keen
Monday, January 12, 2009
2008 in Review
First of all, I promise myself I will update this regularly. OK, now about '08. We started out blazing, the first half of the year seemed like we were doing great. And in gross dollars, we were. I didn't have a full grasp on what the fuel prices were doing to our profit margin. I didn't pay enough attention to it because at FECC we get a fuel surcharge so I erroneously assumed our margins were the same. Came to find out our fuel expenditures to gross revenue ratio had gone from averaging 25% in '07, to 35% in the first half of '08, meaning we were clearing 10% less profit than I was expecting. And we were grossing enough that it wasn't immediately noticible. Now we know. Of course, now diesel prices are about at the lowest point since we started doing this, but I expect that will change when the economy recovers, freight picks back up and demand will rise, thus raising prices.
'08 brought some memorable deliveries. We picked up a truckload of bales of alpaca hair (!) in northern New Mexico and delivered to San Angelo Texas. We hauled our first radioactive device, and a guy came out in full hazmat gear and a geiger counter to inspect it upon delivery. We went into Louisiana following hurricane Gustav delivering chain saws and into Houston, Texas delivering cell phones after hurricane Ike. Also delivered into Orange, Texas after Ike which was the worst damage that we actually saw with our own eyes. We delivered spacecraft parts to Vandenburg AFB in California and ground penetrating radar to the Picatinny Arsenal in New Jersey that was on its way to Iraq. While unloading, I got into a conversation with a guy and he said they were working on some experimental non-lethal weaponry and would I like to have a look? Well YEAH! They were developing "sonic cannons" that could be used in crowd dispersal situations. We delivered sound stage equipment to Panama City Beach for a 3 Doors Down show during spring break. We delivered cabinets for a high rise condo in Manhatten that was just a couple of blocks from Ground Zero, which we passed on the way in and out. We made our longest, most profitable trip of our trucking career, delivering items from Toronto for a jewelry store in downtown San Francisco (3000 mile drive!). On the negative side we delivered to the SeaRay Boat plant the day before they were shutting down production temporarily due to the economy and the Sterling Trucks plant that was closing permanently within a few months.
The weather was memorable on a couple of occaisons. After spending much time in the mid-west, we spotted our first tornado leaving a minor league baseball game in.....Hagerstown, Maryland! We spent the night in -11 degree F in Montreal, and drove in blizzard conditions in Ottawa Canada on the same trip. In addition to the aftermaths of Gustav and Ike we saw a lot of the midwestern U.S. flooding that occurred in '08.
The fun stuff of the job was good in '08. We spent the day on the beach in Malibu, California, and got to visit with my step-daughter Terri in L.A. We went to minor league baseball games in the aforementioned Hagerstown MD, Syracuse NY, Scranton-WilkesBarre PA, Altoona PA, Akron, OH, Toledo OH, Cane County IL, (suburb of Chicago), and Sacramento CA. We attended our first major league game in Denver at Coors Field on Memorial Day weekend, which was great. In past years we have also hit Durham NC, Salt Lake City UT, Albuquerque NM, Tulsa OK, Columbus OH, and have visited the Field of Dreams movie site in Dyersville, IA. We also got to tour Lambeau Field in Green Bay (a personal dream come true!). We continued our "Eatin' our way 'cross the USA" Tour, hitting the usual favs such as Ragin Cajun in Houston, Crawfishtown USA in Breaux Bridge LA, and made a new fav in LuLu's in Gulf Shores AL. We continue to try to get to JazzFest in New Orleans every year but it never seems to work out. Maybe this year.
So we enter '09 following the worst month in terms of gross dollars we have ever had (December). It took us several days just to get out of Atlanta, but our first load picked up about 5 miles from our house and went to Brownsville, TX. We hopped over to South Padre Island, something we had been meaning to do everytime we get down that way but never had, and had a good afternoon playing on the beach and then found our first new restaurant of '09, The Coconut Shack, on the Intercoastal Waterway side of the island. We relocated to Houston after a pickup in the area cancelled and had dinner last night at Ragin Cajun, having our first boiled crawfish of the season. AHHHH! So here we sit. A load opportunity just came over our Qualcomm going to Kissimmee FL but another truck with more dwell time got it. As I said earlier, I will update regularly this year, I promise!
'08 brought some memorable deliveries. We picked up a truckload of bales of alpaca hair (!) in northern New Mexico and delivered to San Angelo Texas. We hauled our first radioactive device, and a guy came out in full hazmat gear and a geiger counter to inspect it upon delivery. We went into Louisiana following hurricane Gustav delivering chain saws and into Houston, Texas delivering cell phones after hurricane Ike. Also delivered into Orange, Texas after Ike which was the worst damage that we actually saw with our own eyes. We delivered spacecraft parts to Vandenburg AFB in California and ground penetrating radar to the Picatinny Arsenal in New Jersey that was on its way to Iraq. While unloading, I got into a conversation with a guy and he said they were working on some experimental non-lethal weaponry and would I like to have a look? Well YEAH! They were developing "sonic cannons" that could be used in crowd dispersal situations. We delivered sound stage equipment to Panama City Beach for a 3 Doors Down show during spring break. We delivered cabinets for a high rise condo in Manhatten that was just a couple of blocks from Ground Zero, which we passed on the way in and out. We made our longest, most profitable trip of our trucking career, delivering items from Toronto for a jewelry store in downtown San Francisco (3000 mile drive!). On the negative side we delivered to the SeaRay Boat plant the day before they were shutting down production temporarily due to the economy and the Sterling Trucks plant that was closing permanently within a few months.
The weather was memorable on a couple of occaisons. After spending much time in the mid-west, we spotted our first tornado leaving a minor league baseball game in.....Hagerstown, Maryland! We spent the night in -11 degree F in Montreal, and drove in blizzard conditions in Ottawa Canada on the same trip. In addition to the aftermaths of Gustav and Ike we saw a lot of the midwestern U.S. flooding that occurred in '08.
The fun stuff of the job was good in '08. We spent the day on the beach in Malibu, California, and got to visit with my step-daughter Terri in L.A. We went to minor league baseball games in the aforementioned Hagerstown MD, Syracuse NY, Scranton-WilkesBarre PA, Altoona PA, Akron, OH, Toledo OH, Cane County IL, (suburb of Chicago), and Sacramento CA. We attended our first major league game in Denver at Coors Field on Memorial Day weekend, which was great. In past years we have also hit Durham NC, Salt Lake City UT, Albuquerque NM, Tulsa OK, Columbus OH, and have visited the Field of Dreams movie site in Dyersville, IA. We also got to tour Lambeau Field in Green Bay (a personal dream come true!). We continued our "Eatin' our way 'cross the USA" Tour, hitting the usual favs such as Ragin Cajun in Houston, Crawfishtown USA in Breaux Bridge LA, and made a new fav in LuLu's in Gulf Shores AL. We continue to try to get to JazzFest in New Orleans every year but it never seems to work out. Maybe this year.
So we enter '09 following the worst month in terms of gross dollars we have ever had (December). It took us several days just to get out of Atlanta, but our first load picked up about 5 miles from our house and went to Brownsville, TX. We hopped over to South Padre Island, something we had been meaning to do everytime we get down that way but never had, and had a good afternoon playing on the beach and then found our first new restaurant of '09, The Coconut Shack, on the Intercoastal Waterway side of the island. We relocated to Houston after a pickup in the area cancelled and had dinner last night at Ragin Cajun, having our first boiled crawfish of the season. AHHHH! So here we sit. A load opportunity just came over our Qualcomm going to Kissimmee FL but another truck with more dwell time got it. As I said earlier, I will update regularly this year, I promise!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Skip Caray
I saw the news on the internet on Sunday night; Skip Caray passed away a few days before his sixtyninth birthday. It was originally announced he died in his sleep but Monday his wife said he died feeding birds in his backyard. I am still processing his death and what it means to me. Its a quarter to three in the morning and I have spent the last four hours or so going throught the internet reading what everyone has to say and watching videos of his most famous calls. I even posted to the columnists blogs at the AJC, something I had never done before. It is still sinking in. His sense of humor is what I will probably remember most. One of my favorite moments occured in August of '85, the Braves were playing the Dodgers in LA. The cameraman spotted a woman walking down the steps to her seat wearing a very skimpy neon lime green bikini. When she reached her row she turned to reveal she was wearing a thong (unheard of in '85) and Skip and Pete got very quiet for a few seconds. Skip finally snickered, "That reminds of the butcher who backed into a saw and got a little behind in his work!" I was watching the game alone and nearly fell out of my seat laughing. I was reading the blogs at the AJC tonight and everyone was giving their favorite "Skip-isms." Among them, the "chopper to Chipper" the foul balls that were caught by a fan in....(insert small town here) and when things were going badly for the Braves "The bases are loaded and I wish I were too." When he was calling Hawk games he used to declare it was "cocktail hour" after a win. One of the ones that used to bug me was "he hit it hard but out" which sounded too much like a home run call but meant the batter was out. Now I wish I could hear it one more time. Actually I wish I could never stop hearing it. A lot of people were noting what a shame it was that TBS had taken the Braves and Skip off the air, and also that they wished he could have been admitted to the Hall of Fame before his death. But the reason for both probably was the same reasons we all loved him: He didn't look, act, speak (both tonally and his words themselves) the corporate way. He told the truth even when the truth was ugly and he did it with a sense of humor. A lot of readers remembered times when the Braves were being blown out, Skip would tell the viewers that if they promised to patronize the broadcast sponsors, they had his permission to go walk the dog. A lot of readers compared his passing to that of Lewis Grizzard, which was funny to me because I was thinking about a favorite sports saying of Lewis': "Losing hurts worse than winning feels good." And the more I think about Skip the more it hurts. I mean, I have been listening to Skip do baseball and basketball games (he actually came to Atlanta to do Hawks games) for two thirds of my life. I can't imagine the number of hours listening to him. I have been reflecting, too, on how appropriate it is that Skip is most famous for calling the game that most reflects life; baseball. Its interesting that Skip's declining health coincided with the decline of the Braves dynasty. I can't help but wonder if this event isn't the final blow. It has been the worst Braves season in almost a generation (think about THAT for a moment) and just when you think it can't get any worse.... Well, I am remembering another Lewis Grizzard saying,"Life is like a dogsled team; if you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes." Skip never had a backside to look at and he never kissed any either. We have lost a true original, an Atlanta Icon.
Trucking note: We got a job almost immediately after the last post taking us from Dallas TX to a town near Ocala FL. We went home from there, I had lost a filling that needed replacing which was done on Thursday, on Friday we caught a job picking up in Cleveland TN going to a town on the New Mexico side of the Texas border. From there we dh'd into Dallas, which is where we are now.
Trucking note: We got a job almost immediately after the last post taking us from Dallas TX to a town near Ocala FL. We went home from there, I had lost a filling that needed replacing which was done on Thursday, on Friday we caught a job picking up in Cleveland TN going to a town on the New Mexico side of the Texas border. From there we dh'd into Dallas, which is where we are now.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Boredom Part II
Well, we are now in Dallas but we had to deadhead (DH) to get here. Called dispatch where I asked them to ask Planning (the guys who figure out where the freight is going to be coming from and authorize trucks to move there if needed) what the forecast was for El Paso. For some reason FECC doesn't allow drivers to speak directly to these guys, we have to do it through dispatch. The word came back that they would pay us to go to Dallas, that El Paso was "dead." Could have used that knowledge on Friday! In the past, Planning would be available on weekends, (but no more) so we could have called Sunday and then been on our way to Dallas and set up for Monday. Instead, we spent all day Monday DH'ing to Dallas. So here we sit again. As I said, I knew when we accepted the El Paso that it was a gamble; I was prepared for the possibility of it not working. In retrospect, I still would have taken the job, but I would have called Planning late Friday so we could have moved. We checked in and there were 8 trucks in front of us last night, just a few minutes ago it was down to 3, so there is a good chance we will get out of here today. We got up relatively early this morning to beat the heat (supposed to hit 100 again today)and did our 30 minute walk with Buffett, since then I have been surfing the net and Donna has been reading and Buffett is asleep in front of the air conditioning vent. So we wait...tick...tick...tick...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Boredom!
This job is one of very high "highs" and occasionally very low "lows." The worst for us in three plus years has been having a blown engine in the Nevada desert and hitting a low bridge in Chicago. Right now we are in El Paso, Texas. We took an extended break at home after spending two solid months on the road and then caught an LG Electronics load out of Atlanta to Memphis. The afternoon following the a.m. delivery we were accidentally offered two different loads within minutes of each other. We had to choose between a load going to the Dallas area and one going to El Paso. The Dallas load paid more per mile but the El Paso load paid twice as much in total dollars and was still a good paying load per mile. We have had much luck getting out of Dallas rapidly and we had never picked up or delivered to El Paso, but I had heard stories of other truckers getting the best load of their lives out of there and others who sat for days waiting for a load. We have delivered fairly often in the Brownsville area of Texas (also on the Tex-Mex border), with somewhat mixed results in getting a load out. Sometimes great, sometimes not. So we had to make a judgement call. (Actually, since we have the option of declining any load offered us, they are all judgement calls) I opted to roll the dice and gamble on El Paso, thinking we would have half a day thursday and all day friday to get a load. Oops! It is now sunday afternoon and here we sit. Actually times like this is when we have some great adventures but the remains of the hurricane that hit South Texas earlier this week are sitting and spinning over the Southwest. The thing about a desert is when it rains it turns into a mess, which is not fun, especially when you have a 95 pound golden retriever with you. But like the cliched quote; when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, we have used this time to finally start organizing all our pictures and learned how to use this blog. The temperature is actually very comfortable right now and hopefully if the weather breaks we may get out to a minor league baseball game later this afternoon, which is one of my favorite things to do out here during the baseball season. So we make do, and wait for a load out of here tomorrow.......hopefully!
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