Truck Stop Echoes

We stayed overnight at a Pilot Flying J in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It was our first sleepover at a big-rig oasis. But it wasn’t my first experience with a truck stop.

My dad was a long-distance trucker for most of his working life. He retired with over one-million miles behind the wheel. I discovered the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean on a trip to Oregon with him. I explored the big city with a truckload of candy for Brooklyn, New York. I’m forever grateful for our adventures beyond the invisible, seemingly impenetrable border around my small hometown. He showed me places that pull me toward somewhere new tomorrow. Dad, you changed my life’s trajectory. Thank you.

The oily scent of diesel fuel hangs in the air, hard-working truck engines growl, and a continual tide of professional drivers ebbs and flows. I hear faint echoes of my big-rig adventures.

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