Once upon a time my own dad was a trucker. Hittin’ the open road could be a lonely world. he’d say. So I’ve grown, appreciating and respecting the big rigs around me. Cue one cold morning commute and the blue rig pulling up alongside me. The unmistakable yellow tub with a red lid winked at … Continue reading Meowy Dreams
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