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Note: I received a letter from a female driver who gave me a wrong e-mail address so I could not reply to her about her comments. It was noted that I do not include female drivers, but she did not say where it was that I made my error. I presume it was on this page. To the female driver's passing through here .... the following is written based on when I first went on the road which was 1980 and at that time there were not many women drivers that I saw or heard on the radio. This is written on what I heard then, not now!!! So please do not take it personal and feel that you have been left out. You do a super job and I know that your family is very important. I wanted to note this since I am unable to write the party who was upset with me. Had I had a correct e-mail address I would have responded to your letter.

One thing that has always stuck with me all these years from the first trip (Oct. 6, 1980) I took with Paul were some of the conversations I heard on the C.B. radio back then. The radio was so much different back then compared to now. Times really have changed and so have the conversations on the C.B. Radio ....

But I remember some stories and conversations that really stuck with me all these year's.

One thing that I was really impressed with out there on the road in the 1980's were the drivers who talked and bragged about their spouses and their children. So many drivers are proud of their families. I didn't have children myself then, but I loved hearing a father brag about how well his son and or daughter were doing in school. The driver who bragged about his wife who ironed his uniforms so he always looks nice out on the road. Bragging how she packed him up a care package for the road. We would be driving down the road talking to a driver on the c.b. and so many times a driver that we were talking to would say, "this is where I get off buddy, I need to call mom and the kids at home. I want to say good night to the kiddos and see how their day went. I need to check in on mom and see how her day went and make sure everything is ok". Or the driver was exiting to go home saying, "I'm almost home, I'm gonna go roll momma all over the carpet and tell her how much I missed her". These were very special moments for me out there on the road. Listening to love stories and father's who were so very proud of their families. I thought geez ... that is so neat.

I'd sit there with Paul in the cab of his truck listening to these drivers talk about their families, thinking to myself. Wow! and I just happen to be one of those lucky ladies myself. Because one thing Paul does do and always has done (even as rough as things have sometimes gotten around here between us) he always brags about his boys and his wife.

Paul is a good man. There are so many good men and women in this business. Sure I moan, groan and complain about him at times, but hey! He has never let us go hungry. He has always kept a roof over our heads. And went way out of his way to make sure we had the things we need.

He's a hard worker, dedicated father and husband. He is just like the men I heard on the C.B. radio those days gone by. Paul is far from perfect ( and so am I. I'm difficult to live with I'll be the first to admit it ) but he's always sent me cards or flowers. He always calls me two or three times a day. The cards and flowers are on hold these days. It's not that he don't want to do those things, but we live pay check to pay check and it's rough sometimes making a choice of which bill to pay and how many groceries we can afford.

But I know his heart is in the right place and if he had the extra he'd spend it on the kids and me, if not every week at least once a month. Paul has a love hate for trucking. He loves driving truck and being on the road, but he hates trucking because it keeps him from his family so much.