Son of Timatollah

My brother Ray, aka Bubba, aka Fiberglass, called today and invited me to lunch. He drives a semi, had dropped a load in Orlando, was headed to Jax to pick up another load, and had a little while.

It was great to see him, which I don't get to do often enough.

As you might expect, the price of fuel is kicking independent truckers' butts.

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