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…
Ch 3 – Fly High Ty
It was early February, and Old Man Winter was still pulling his iron-fisted punches. Despite the looming dangers of winter snow storms, I was eager to get the rig on…
Ch 2 – Saving Danielle Dallas
It’s been eight years since I last saw Danielle. We rode a Greyhound bus together from Baltimore to the west coast. She sat right behind me in a very noisy…
Ch – 1 Destiny’s Diesel Tech School
Destiny Childs was breaking the mold. She was only 12 when her father left to grab some smokes at Mondawmin Mall and never came back. Maybe he never abandoned his…