Who am I, anyway? I’ve been asked this question a number of times. Recently, this query has been posed by various voices in the media. In case they quote me,
I drive lots of miles. I go through sunshine and rain, desert and mountains, big cities and small country towns. Every day I observe many people bustling around involved in
When you’re a trucker out on the road, one of the most familiar sights that keeps you in the straight and narrow is the large LED road signs scattered intermittently
September 2014, I was living in Cache Valley in northern Utah, where my great-great-grandfather Joseph Smith Jessop settled after immigrating from England and walking across the Plains in his bare
The man looked like a devil. “How do you know how devils look?” I chided myself. “Well, he looks like what I imagine a devil would,” I answered myself. “Yes,
Margaritaville. What a name, and what a place. I have run into all sorts of personalities in mainstream, and I don’t mean with my semi-truck. A few years back, I
Just imagine… You were born on another planet to a wise King Father and a beautiful Queen Mother. You grow up as a Prince or Princess and are treated like
Sometimes pictures are so eloquent, they speak ten thousand words. I believe nearly every person in our nation can find themselves somewhere in this unflattering cartoon.
I drive long hours every day. I might perish of tedium if I didn’t have audio to listen to. I usually start my day by listening to a couple chapters
One day I was out trucking and I met The Plague. He was sinister and foreboding and looked like a politician. I asked him where he was going and he