The Light of The Moon
I never really noticed how much people like to hurry until I became a truck driver. It’s also of interest to me how the road can level the playing field. We are all one people with a common goal: Trying to get somewhere. Sans the different the classes of automobiles, we are all just little people going about our business. It was soon after I began holding the wheel of an eighteen-wheeler that I gave up the nonsense that is defined as the rush. Paying attention to the beautiful things and the people I interact with holds more importance with me than sticking to a schedule. Amazingly enough, I always seem to arrive at my destination. There were many destinations in my travels this past week, thirty-three to be exact. In a weird twist of fate, I began the week by delivering to one of my favorite stores on Monday, and saw them again on Friday. It’s a rarity to see the same account twice in one week. Actually, it wasn’t a store. It was a warehouse for Laskey’s furniture in Farrell,...