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"May The Circle Be Unbroken"

So there I was, the year of our lord, 2002. Times were changing very fast. The whole world was changing fast. Sand monkeys had crawled out of the sand and made their way to America. In our ignorance we had been sleeping as they managed to use airplanes as bombs and attacked the U.S. The government was in panic mode and attempting to stop anything like that from happening again. In the process all rules of life itself were changing.
In Griffin, Ga. I had been sold a bill of good that turned out to be the biggest pile of crap that I had ever bought. Being in between electrical jobs I was looking for a change. Tired of one job finishing and seeking another was almost a yearly thing in the commercial electrical business. Then I saw this ad for Griffin Technical College. “Come to school today with us and be driving trucks in two months”, the ad promised. What was not being told to us suckers was that Uncle Sam was busy making sure that no vehicle of any type would ever be used as a bomb against its citizens again. Rules and laws were rolling down the pike at break neck speeds. And the trucking industry was one of the main targets of good ole Uncle Sam. Of course the people selling the truck driving course didn’t want to tell you that. They wanted flesh in the seats at the school and your money. Greed, as always, was the bottom line. So I finished the school. Excited about a new future I grinded into the books and the trucks and finished the top of my class. Made the “Dean’s List” for not missing one minute of class. The best driver in the class. I was on my way.
The class finished and I breezed thru the CDL test and had my license. Then came the job placement part of the course. Almost there………not.
All of a sudden and almost overnight anyone that had a criminal record, no matter what it was or how long ago was purposely being rejected by all companies by order of good ole Uncle Sam. And it got better. Almost all companies suddenly was requiring all new drivers to have at least two years’ experience as a way to keep the fucking sand monkeys from climbing into another potential bomb. Now you tell me, how the hell a student was supposed to overcome those obstacles straight out of school? Exactly! It was designed to be impossible.
In my desire to overcome the hurdles I took a couple of shitty driving jobs. The companies were of course dead end, shady companies with equipment that should have been smashed and on the way to smelters in China. Trucks that tend to kill people in crashes. None of those lasted long. Finally I gave up and spent many more years in the electrical trade, never once using that precious CDL license I had worked so hard to get. But on the flip side of the story I was proud of that damn worthless license. It did mean that you were “a professional driver” in every sense of the words. That’s what you had trained for……to be a professional on the road. For the slightest of infraction that license could be jerked away and never got back. Because of that pride that that CDL installs in most people I managed to hang onto it for thirteen years.
In an ironic twist of fate the same guy that first put me on a sailboat and let me have the helm. Yep, the same guy that taught me the basics of sailing and sparked the love of sailboats in me has once again set the stage for me to follow him again into the truck driving that I thought would forever allude me.
From high atop of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado I get word from Capt. Lamar that a very serious surgery was imminent and that I needed to get my assets back to Savannah, that there was a driving job that had my name on it. Having heard that before I can’t say that I was sold on the fact, but I was sold on the fact that it was time to come home to Savannah.
It has helped that I actually knew almost everyone in the company. And it has helped that Captain Lamar is one hell of a good salesman. So yesterday I was hired. All negatives have been ignored and the chance that I have always wanted has arrived. And today I once again have followed Capt. Lamar into a new segment in the ever changing life of Butch.
Wish me luck, it’s time to go to work at my new job.






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Cheer yawl !!!!






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