I should be telling this with a sigh of last night, and ages gone by

I have always liked trucks. I drove a semi truck when I was 18 from Pocatello to Salt Lake. On almost the first day of my first job when I had only had a drivers licence for a couple of weeks I was put in a truck that was full from floor to the roof with canned goods and sent to Lava, Soda Springs and Montpelier Idaho to deliver the schools one August day. I left at daybreak and got back at midnight but I figured out how to get it all delivered. I had to call some folks after hours to come and open doors. I knew a long haul trucker who had a 1945 Kennworth (K-Whopper) and had several million miles on it. He was to me a "old guy". He didn't seem to every change his cloths, of course I always saw him while he was delivering. Too me he was a cowboy and in many ways "the real spirit of the old west". He survived by his wits and he knew ever back road around a scale and he could bring in on a trailer where legally you only could haul 44,000lbs almost 75,000 lbs on occasion. I benefited by this approach myself when I started my own brokerage business and used this truckers to force open some new accounts with the opportunity to use this service. I figure that a lot of what I like about salesman is the same as what I like about truckers. They are free souls and given a little respect they will do anything for you. Over the years I have been a sales manager at times. My secret for success has been to just think of salesman a lot like I have thought of truckers and to let them know they have my respect.

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This truck is really a "Transformer". I watched the movie "Transformers" last night. One might suppose considering the first part of this that I am so obsessed with trucks that I went out and rented this movie. Well not true. I would have never seen it had not it been the perfect movie for the grandson and family. Well worth it by the way. Good trucks and bad trucks are what makes transformers. Some with compassion for the humans and some with none. The difference may have been just a little respect but really it was obvious that the better looking trucks turned into the nice transformers and the mean looking vehicles turned into the mean transformers. I suppose this is a change of sort over the years because the K-whopper I remember was a mean looking piece of equipment.

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Did I mention that Robert Frost was really a trucker? A lot of folks don't know this. In fact I hate to bring it up here since I have already mentioned that truckers really are like cowboys but then I need to mention that they are also really the "true poets" and have a great deal to say about how they spend their lives. For them it seems that words are trips and their profession is itself the destination. Then again for many the doing is the destination and the real difference is how the trip was made.

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The poet remembers and knows................

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The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.