Which is term I picked up from some place, but after years of road-work, I’m entitled.
So it’s not such a big deal, folks stranded in airports, what’s always a memory for me is being stuck in the middle of nowhere, like about 30 minutes outside of some small town, on the outskirts of nothing, and having the truck grind to a halt.
Memories, up and down that interstate.
More news as it develops, I’m about as booked up as I can be now.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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