It was one of those July days in Utah, sitting at the apartment overlooking the city of Centerville Utah and feeling like life was like all that traffic passing me by. So with ATM card in hand, $250.00 in the bank, I departed to go take a patrol over and around Idaho just to get out of the house. So I loaded up my lil truck with some toonz and off I went. As I climbed to elevation 5000 feet over Malad pass and then vectored off to east at 15 degrees I went through Grace then to Soda Springs then off to CokeVille Wyoming. Never intending anything serious as never had I ever saw anything like a FOR RENT sign there although now looking back wished I never saw the one I saw then. The sign was old and thinkin this is a joke called the number and found that in fact the sign was real, and as cheap as it was I thought one hell of a deal. I met with the guy a week later and never intended the thing to go much further but this guy was in one big hurry. Concerned that even if I did rent the building I'd not have a place to sleep the dude sedd hey I have a house too for rent. So in the fall after getting the first installment of a long drawn out bunch of money from some legal action to recover money that my cousin Bud sezz we'll get more of although ain't seen it yet but I was in the move mode in the fall of 2006. I had been told by many including a hot honey from Montana that the place might present a problem but ignored it. The main purpose was to put a long haul truckers radio station and eventual TV station for truckers in an area on a major route that truckers have been running for years on the air. More over as a sideline going towing with no one to compete with I thought I had found my place on earth. Since I did up a news rag for the organization called Highway Hooker Tow Tymez and that also my shop was called the Cat House since we specialized in repair of Cat diesel powered trucks etc, was overlooked as far as the words real meanings and taken seriously. The local fuzz among others thought I was about to open a brothel or worse. But my he guy wanting me to rent the joint was in such a big frigging hurry, Now I know why. If he had let me think on it more I wouldn't have and as it went that should have been a warning. First the house. The plumbing was shot, most of it had frozen the winter before. The house was heated by a boiler that had seen better days and added to that vandals had crunched many windows that were carefully covered by drapes, but not enuff to keep out the cold. Needing some income until I got things going went to work at the local Flying Jerk there and after a week of running 120 miles round trip each day figured out the pay versus mileage was just not going to get together. However rather than quit I tried to stick it out. Until one day this old fat cow that worked there told someone I had sedd something improper and soon was dumped. The pay checks were coming out on Thursday, but since I had no fuel nor food nearly froze to death for 24 hours to cash that check to then say good bye. Although my departure was by mutual agreement. The pea-pickers were not going to cash my check at that Flying Jerk, but a few phone calls and emails to Flying Jerks HQ in Ogden fixed that. This past week reminded me of that since both the guy in Cokeville as well as Brian here in Pocatello both were in one big hurry, and both nearly killed me. The moral of this, if someone older sezz pull up on the reins and look at it some before you act , Silver haired advice is good because no matter how old we get we don't know it all.
Keep it trucking
