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Nice!

J313. In 2000, my first summer doing trucking ended uneventfully. It was a long time ago now, but I can still remember that fall. One late afternoon near the end of October I had to take my rest break. When I woke, the interior of the truck was cold. See-your-breath cold. I ate a sandwich my mom made for me - yes, I was still young enough back then to see my mother often and for her to insist on making food for me - and hit the road. There was a weirdness to the light, almost as if...