Traveling in an Eighty Thousand Pound Rocket

Traveling in a Eighty Thousand Pound Rocket!

For most of my life I worked in a machine shop, or factory. In the early nineties I was laid off at the Aircraft Factory I had worked at for twenty years. We were given a choice of retraining into all kinds of other occupations.

My Nephew ask if I would help him drive to California. He drove an eighteen wheeler. I said I didn’t have a commercial License anymore. He said that was OK we could get me a temporary.

My wife said, “Go!” Because I was getting under her skin. Being home all the time. She stayed with her twin sister. And I hit the road.

He picked me up on his way through Dallas. And I found what I was going to retrain to become.

As for the title, that is what it is like.

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