Woke up to sunshine this am. That’s something we haven’t seen in a couple of days. And then it started to rain but thankfully only for a few minutes. We can actually see blue sky between the clouds now which is encouraging.
We got a late start this am due to me having to pee midnight. Apparently when we went two miles down the road it activated his drive clock which did something to his sleep clock. There is really a lot yet I have to learn about the rules and regulations. Thank you Government. Fortunately we stayed at a Racetrac gas station so no worries this am about finding a bathroom. Who would have thought my time would revolve around bathrooms and truck stops.
We made it to our appointment at the Atlanta Kroger distribution site with our pork loin intact and frozen as it should be. It was nice to read on the bill of lading (which explains what and how much you are carrying) that the pork is raised, harvested and processed only in America. Good to know.
We sat around for about an hour while they unloaded the truck. Then we had to go get the trailer washed and sanitized. Next stop is Dalton, Georgia for carpet.
A lot of sitting around today. Waited two hours but we finally have 43,000 pounds of carpet headed for Kansas City, Kansas. We need to be there by 5 am on Wednesday so tomorrow is going to be a long drive.
We are parked for the night in Manchester, Tennessee and ready to watch another Downton Abbey episode before we go sleep.
Greg writing here: You never know who you are going to meet out on the road. Went inside to use the restroom, a must at every stop, and see what kind of snacks they had for the evening. Pizza rolls, chocolate cake and a cream horn. Mmmmmm,,,,,,,,,good eats. While looking around and waiting for Annie to come out of the restroom, (really, what does she do in there. It always takes so long.) I’m listening to the oldies station that’s playing over the truck stop speaker system. As we approach the counter I notice that the cashier, a guy about my age, is quietly singing to himself the Little Feat song playing on the radio. I say, “Quick, name that band.” to which he quickly responds, Little Feat. I congratulate him on his knowledge of somewhat obscure 70’s music and he tells me he is a big fan of theirs and then proceeds to tell me his story, well part of it. A very interesting part. It seems this gentleman, who on first appearances looked about as normal as normal is, was once in the Marine Corp. Honorable and noteworthy, but not the most interesting part of his story. Apparently upon discharge from the Marines this young 22 year old went to a Grateful Dead concert, I don’t recall where he said it was, but at said concert he proceeded to get drunk and wondered backstage where he made friends with the “Dead” and was offered a job as a roadie on their tour that summer. And he became a “Little Feat” fan when they opened for the “Dead” at Madison Square Gardens that summer. There was some references to drug use among the bands and crew but we didn’t dwell on that. Most of it he couldn’t remember anyway, but there was one more very interesting episode in his summer adventure that he delighted in sharing. For those who do not know or have never heard of Gerry Garcia, driving force behind the Grateful Dead, know that he had a drug problem, mainly heroine and everybody he knew gave him hell over it because they loved him and didn’t want to see him succumb to an early demise because of it. Well, it just so happens that on one occasion, in the hotel where band and crew were staying during their multiple day concert gig in New York, the door to Gerry’s room was open and as our new found acquaintance was passing in the hall Gerry invited him into his room. (I wish I could tell you his name here, but I did not even ask fearful of interrupting the flow of the tale being told. So let’s call him Carl. I always liked that name.) So Carl goes into the room and there is Gerry, by himself, with some “works”, drug speak for syringe, spoon and lighter, all used to “cook” the heroine in preparation for injecting. Don’t ask me how I know, I must have read it somewhere. So, Gerry asks Carl to “cook” him up a hit, but Carl says he does not know how, so Gerry says, don’t worry I will walk you through it and he does. Once high, Gerry proceeds to play a four hour solo concert for Carl in the hotel room. Just the two of them. Imagine what he heard. I don’t know about you, but I think that in itself is an amazing story. Aside from the drug use of course, but one cannot hardly tell a story about the 60’s or 70’s without drugs being involved somewhere. And that’s that on this day from the road. I’m beat. Goodnight all.
A rare moment of getting to sit with daddy.
Way down yonder on the…………… well you get the drift. Allen Jackson would be happy.
Not a pretty or big river to have a song named after it.
Dont you love traffic in Atlanta. This was at 3 pm. So glad we missed the 5 oclock traffic.
Couldnt resist.
I think we are going to be a while at the carpet warehouse.
Stop chasing me! I am not getting back in the truck!! He had to chase her all over to catch her!!
Chattanooga Tennessee when you have the settings wrong on your camera.
It was nice to see rolling hills and big trees as we headed in to Georgia.
Downtown Atlanta
Atlanta
Atlanta
Home of the Atlanta Braves
Restaurant out front of stadium.
Hills Over The Road 