Tales of a Big-Rig Trucker:
How’d we get to write stories about a big rig driver, driving across America? Well…it’s pretty strange. My husband and I left the frantic Eastern corridor and retired to the quiet mountain area of Weaverville, in western North Carolina. In our 4th year, he was hit on a mountain road by a 12 year old girl driving her uncle’s GMC truck. Why was that particularly surprising? He’d won awards during his 30 years, traveling every state in America (but one). He’d had no accidents and no incidents. But after the accident, he had to be removed from his car by the jaws of life. He suffered a broken neck; he was operated on and “died” from complications of surgery. The triage team brought him back with the paddles, but it was a slow, difficult journey back. When our grandkids visited in the months ahead, I told them his trucker stories and Voila! They loved them. When the littlest one played with the toy big rig on the living room floor, saying “Breaker…breakers..Any smokies up ahead on the superslab?” I knew I had to publish them. So far, we have two books (2 stories in each book) with many more on the entrance ramp.