bob Posted December 17, 2015 Share Posted December 17, 2015 Numerous times, while traveling in winter snow storms, Ive felt much compassionfor truckers. They make their living by hauling freight across the country in all kinds of weather. Its a dangerous, thankless job they perform. I have 3 boys who are truckers, and I havent read this to them. Snow Storm (Whats That Honey? I Love You Too) Snow drifting on the highway; cold penetrating to the bone. A foreboding and gray, dismal sky; a trucker was traveling alone. Wipers banging the windshield, beyond the hood he could barely see, Hed been on the road since morning, now it was after three. His radio wailed a CW song...small talk from CB now and then. Theyre closing down I-80, not certain when it would open again. He couldnt see many exit signs, in this mess they all looked the same. Snow was so heavy on the last sign, it completely covered the name. Cars stalled along the roadway; he passed a bogged down rig. Hope my Freightliner makes it tonight, this storm is gonna be big. A diner was just ahead; he saw a dim red flashing sign. Ill call the little woman, n tell her, I wont be home by nine. Whats that Honey? I love you too; hug the kids, and tuck them in tight. This storm is really something, I might not make it home tonight. 10 P.M., the storm ran its course; sky cleared and stars shined bright. Road crews bucking ten foot drifts, saw beams of a very weak light. Snow covered DANGEROUS CURVE; a guard rail was gaping wide. In the ravine some thirty feet below, a rig was laying on its side. Whats that Honey? I love you too; hug the kids, and tuck them in tight. This storm was really a killer, I not coming home tonight. YarnSpinner copyright 1989 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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