Jason S. Harry

NASA has a program for airline crews that can be utilized to report safety issues with no repercussions with regards to the tattletale. A Captain with a major airline, for instance could file a report such as this: “We were three hours out from JFK cruising at 37,000 feet when my Co-pilot informed me he wasn’t a pilot at all, but he did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night.” The Captain would be exempt from action by the airline (or the FAA) and the information in the report would be used to make improvements on how to avoid this kind of incident in the future. I am not aware of any similar program in existence for professional drivers. Maybe we need one... With that said, I am going to begin my story with a disclaimer: What follows may or may not have really happened. It could quite possibly be a work of pure fiction. It does not involve a safety issue but rather a bone headed judgment call on my part, that is, if I am really capable of making such calls! I figure the disclaimer...

Are Some weeks worth forgetting? You have heard people say “it’s been one of those days” but how about it’s been one of those weeks? Most weeks for me slip by unnoticed, sometimes months at a time sail right by when the seas of the universe are smooth as glass. This past week, however the water was a little choppy almost every day. I had an enjoyable weekend at home that included fun things like seeing the dentist for a regularly scheduled cleaning and enjoyed playing with our new Nintendo Wii, until I became suspicious that the controllers were either defective and/or I reside with a family of cheaters. Sunday rolled around and I departed in the late afternoon for seven stops in lovely Connecticut. It wasn’t far from Leesport to my first stop in Bridgeport; better to leave Sunday evening and miss what can be hellish traffic from 78, right on through to 95. I figured I’d roll the dice with lot lizards knocking on my door all night and hit the second service plaza on 95 north. I was up ...