Let me bow my head and give God thanks and praise for my health @ 80 years old. On Oct. 27th, I drove down to Rocky Mt. N.C. to attend a reunion for Carolina Trailways bus drivers and I was glad I went, but I left a little depressed. The men that I knew years ago, men that were full of life and vigor, I now see these men in wheel chairs, on oxygen, having to walk with "walkers" and here I am still "trucking". All praise and glory to God!
After a day or two at home, I start getting bored and grouchy and have to get out and I only do trips that I want. I drive the dispatcher crazy. If the trip doesn't suit me, I don't do it. I haul milk in tankers. The only thing that I touch is the landing gear handle and the air lines and pig tail. Hauling milk is the cheapest trucking that I have ever done, on the average it pays around 30cpm and running illegal in the milk business is very common. But I keep at it because I do basically as I please. I have an assigned tractor, nobody gets in it but me. I am the only "part-time" driver at the company that has an 'assigned tractor". Did I say "part-time"? Well for the last 2 months, I have run over 30,000 miles.
Winter, well I put my trust in Who has kept me safe for 80 years and pray that it is His will to continue keeping me "till the storm passes over".