I am a cranky old truck driver who now has discovered that my lifelong passion, golf, will not support me or my dog. So I have to drive a truck, which by the way, aint too bad. Now I found I talk to myself alot when I am alone, so I started to write down
+ more bio informationIt was once called 'The Honeymoon Capital of the World", my hometown was. Not so much anymore, but back when I was growing up, it had a great mix of industry and tourism. It may not have been the Honeymoon capital anymore, but it was nice place to grow up. Niagara Falls, at least in my memory, will always hold a special plac...
Anyone can make very good money in the truck driving business, and I am here to help you with what worked for me. I consider myself not only successful, but quite happy doing my job. Let me show you some tips and common sense goals to follow, and some secrets I have discovered. 1. Find the right fit for you. This is a rule I...
My childhood brought me to the glade, the small rolling field outside of the old city wall, and, when bounding about with Ajer, my best of all friends, I discovered a small tube, in it, was a scroll of many words. It was written in the language of the beginning, an old and odd script. I shouted for Ajer, and we made our way ...
I used to be on the other side of the fence in this argument, or for better English, debate. I was one of those guys who would respond" round them up and ship 'em out". Not anymore. Once, while driving through the San Joaquin valley in beautiful California, I came to my senses. Like St.Paul in the Bible, I had a conversion. ...
It is with true composure you wait, until you assume no one is looking, when you feel alone. Maybe it was a song, the melody of some light tune, or perhaps it was a sight, something you saw passing the time. It could be a word, a phrase or even a cloud formation. Your mind, even though you try and stop it, with every ounce o...
I can still hear the creaking of the old wood bannister, the sound of the door, a big old wooden door, with glass handles to boot! This was my sanctuary, my special place that I shared with no one. Except my mother who cleaned it! The walls were decorated with banners of my favorite sports teams, and glossy pictures of the h...
I wish I could write travel guides for a living, then I could write about that wonderous place known as Wyoming. Wyoming, as you can see, was named after Ming the Merciless, from Flash Gordon novels. And it was aptly named too. But enough of the history lesson, we can get into that later. To descibe that wonderful land...
The Empty Life Chapter One The woman's voice awakens you from alight sleep, a sleep you needed after a five mile walk. Your hear your name announced, like cattle you are herded into another line, endless lines always forming to get whatever relief you are seeking. In my case, it was a bed and shower. Just some sleep and a cl...
It was late summer, on a Thursday, I believe. My memory now is filled with more important issues, so I have to really reach back and remember this one. Pardon me, but this story is true, and made me know myself. The game was down to the last inning, the last out. Our team was behind, by one run, the score escapes me at prese...
The very first thing I did when I started my own trucking company was to set realistic goals. If any other advice you get, do the goal setting first. It will help you organize your thoughts, and after that, get ready for the thrill ride that is part of being a small business owner! Setting goals is much like a business plan,...
Frank Butry
Mesa, Arizona US
Member since: February 2008
Articles Written: 41