"Honey, get your learner's permit to drive the truck and you can come as long as you want."
I can't say I ever really knew my uncle. In 2014 I asked him at Christmas, "What would it take for me to come on the road with you?" "Honey," he said, "get your learner's permit to drive the truck and you can come as long as you want."
On Sept 22, 2015, I landed at ATL, took a taxi to the Petro Stopping Center at Exit 12 off I-285, and got on Big Red, the Kenworth 660 he drove for Prompt Express. So began 28 days on the road with the chicken hauler the CB radio calls Sasquatch.
I still can't say I really know my uncle. But I can say we are bloodlines, and I can say that is something.