My goal this trip, to meet and interview truckers. As I climbed out of my rig, a bulky, black man with a round face, kind smile, and a soft voice for such a big man admired the “Short Story” lettering on my Smart Car.
In Newberry Spring, I gassed up across from the Bagdad Café. The rising heat and my waning energy made me choose to ignore the lure of the historic café. After checking my phone, I pushed on.
into Blake Ranch RV Resort. Parked and with the air-conditioning blasting, I stretched out on the couch and waited for the interior to cool down.