RV’ing in a semi truck is living the good life. No boring meetings, No pesky bosses to haggle you. And when I get tired of the scenery, I just get…
Ch 2 – My First Load
My NordicTrack strength training was jolted abruptly when the phone vibrated and shook inside my duffel bag. It was Ebony my dispatcher. “Hey, how much can you carry?” “40 to…
Escape from Chung King
A double decker bus, obtuse and flimsy, jerked to a panicked halt in front of an evolving high-rise that towered over Tsim Sha Tsui like an emperor cast in bronze.…
Escape from Hong Kong
We left the safe confines of Kowloon Bay to the roaring waters of the South China Sea, out of the frying pan and into the fire. It was July 1,…
My Early Beginnings at Sea
Born in Hong Kong in ’67, while the war in Nam was still brewing and napalm violently burning, I knew all along I was destined to roam the seas, free…