Catching Up

Snow accumulation in Pennsylvania

Well, it's taken us a little while to get settled into our new routine with our regional account, but we're starting to get the hang of it! I like knowing where we're going to be at any given time, it takes a lot of the uncertainty out of driving. Hubby gets a little bored with going to the same places all the time, but it is nice knowing what to expect!

In the meantime, we did attend one event in Georgia, and are planning to do another in December. We had dinner with a Georgia state senator and a state representative; we've had a little snowfall in Indiana and a snow accumulation in Pennsylvania; and we celebrated our second wedding anniversary and our third Thanksgiving together!

Anniversary date night!

Our anniversary was spent on the road, but I made my sweetheart's favorite pot roast and a delicious peanut butter chocolate cake for us to share. That weekend we had a very special date night - an hour at the shooting range and a nice dinner at a hibachi grill! It was definitely one of the best date nights we've ever had.

We were blessed to have Thanksgiving and the extended weekend off of work - a first for us! We've always had to work over holidays before, but since our new account is closed on major holidays, we were thankful to have the time off. We had a very pleasant Thanksgiving dinner with Don's parents and aunt, and spent the rest of the weekend enjoying fellowship with them. We helped set up Christmas decorations, had several good talks, and really enjoyed the time with family. It's the first time in many years for each of us that we've been able to be with family for Thanksgiving!

We're back on the road now, hoping that the weather holds off and dreading the upcoming winter weather. Stay safe out there!

Veterans Day

On November 11, 1918, the horror of WW1 officially ended. Still recovering 20 years later, our nation voted to honor WW1 veterans for their service with legislation deeming November 11 to be "Armistice Day." By 1954, however, we had seen WW2 and the Korean War, and Armistice Day was replaced with Veterans Day, a day to honor and recognize all veterans.

My husband during his service

Today is Veterans Day, 2016, and I would like to take a moment to reflect. I honor veterans of all wars as well as veterans of peacetime. I honor my grandfather, uncle, and cousins for their service in the Air Force; my father-in-law, who served in the Army during the Vietnam War; my husband, who served 9 years between the Army and Navy; and all of my brothers and sisters in arms, past and present. I honor those who were wounded in the line of duty; those who gave the ultimate sacrifice of their very lives; and all of us who raised our right hands and took an oath, willing to make that sacrifice if necessary.

WW2 veterans

Last night I had the privilege of attending a high school Veterans Day concert. The concert was very well done, but what was most meaningful to me was the time taken to honor the WW2 veterans present. Of course it is wonderful to pay tribute to their service and sacrifice, but it is absolutely essential that the young people of this generation are taught to respect and honor these veterans, and that respect and honor be modeled for them to emulate. In this day in age, when it seems that so many people feel entitled to everything, it is so important to recognize those who have fought to preserve the freedoms we so often take for granted.

Myself with our truck

This Veterans Day, when you see an older gentleman wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat, shake his hand and thank him for his service. When you see a few young guys sporting crew cuts gathered around a bar, raising a drink to a buddy who didn't come  home, show some respect. We all know someone who served - go thank that teacher or janitor or parent or relative or whoever it is. Let us all be grateful for the sacrifices made for all of us and our great nation.

Happy Veterans Day.

Stories From the Road

Sunlight peeking through autumn leaves

There is something that happens - a phenomenon that occurs with a predictability that rivals the daily sunrise - every time multiple people gather together who share a common occupation, hobby, or background. It happens at doctors' conventions, teachers' meetings, and office employee breakrooms. It happens at hunting lodges, retirement homes, high school reunions, and military barracks. It happens when farmers meet in feed stores, when homeless congregate around burn barrels, and when suburban housewives run into each other at the supermarket. And you better believe, it happens with truck drivers.

What is it?

Storytelling.

Let a few people gather together with something in common and the spirits of the medicine men, bards, and historians of the past rise up again. The most experienced try to top each other's tales with another more interesting or more dramatic than the last, and the least experienced listen in awe. Of course, a dash of exaggeration is often to be expected, but there is an element or morsel of truth in every story. It's a tradition old as time itself, passing on one's own experiences for the enjoyment and instruction of others.

And we have stories to tell. Believe me, we have stories.

The time we pulled a U-turn in a cemetary on a snowy evening in Virginia. The time we drove down a gravel road, between cornfields and through a river, to a solar farm in rural Texas. The time we delivered supplies at an inner-city hospital clinic in downtoon Brooklyn, NYC.

We spent Christmas on the beach in Miami, and Valentine's Day slogging through the snow in Vail Pass, Colorado. We've driven through flooding, hail, smoke, snowstorms, fog too thick to see the hood of the truck, and wind that threatened to tip us over.

Double rainbow after a storm

Oh, but the things we've seen along the way! Snowcapped mountains and craggy bluffs, the changing colors of autumn and the first new buds of spring, oceans on both sides of the country, sunrises and sunsets that take your breath away. Moose drinking from a Montana river, eagles circling in a cloudy Pennsylvania sky, antelope and buffalo grazing on Western plains.

Of course, we're regional drivers now, so our view of our wonderful nation will be restricted to a slightly smaller area. However, when you open your eyes, you find that there is beauty all around you, wherever you are.

These are the stories that we tell when standing around a parking lot or truck stop, chewing the fat with others like us. These are the stories we will tell our children someday. These are our adventures so far on the road!