Truck Driver
Seven years ago when I was 50, I took a trip to spend Christmas with my daughter Kay that lived in Pennsylvania at the time. It was the week before Christmas. I was driving through Illinois when it started snowing. It was late, around 9pm and the snow was getting heavier. I always carried a portable CB radio to talk with truckers while driving just to know what to expect what is ahead. I had been talking to this one driver that was a few miles behind me. His name was John. The snow was coming...