Home Time

I know that there are several posts about “home time”, but when you are gone most of the time, home time is special.

I don’t have the luxury of going home every day after work. Nor do I have the extreme luxury of having a weekend off each week (at home). My “home time” is something that is very special to me and I don’t think that I’ll ever see it as “the norm”.

I got home around 9:00am yesterday morning. My boss (dispatcher) was coming to Sherman and I asked if I could get a ride from him. He said that he knew we would be heading to Sherman close to the same time, but he didn’t offer because he couldn’t wait on me. Absolutely understandable. When I asked him for the ride, he did not hesitate to say “yes”. He’s a good man and I really do appreciate him, but that is another story.

After I got home, my wife, Kathy, had said that my boys were wanting to see Captain Marvel (the movie). I told her that I’d like to see it also. We decided to see it and the best time for all of us to go was at 1:00pm yesterday.

Captain Marvel

Mike and Matt (my two sons), Kaiden and Charlie (my two grandsons) and I went to the Cinemark Theaters and watched the movie. It was hard to follow for a while. It had some exciting parts in it. It was humorous and I enjoyed that. Plus, it answered a few questions about a few of the Marvel characters. For instance, how did Nick Fury lose his left eye? That was answered in the movie.

It was a movie that was sponsored by the US Air Force! I loved that part of it. Go Air Force! Aim High! Fly – Fight – Win!

We enjoyed popcorn and a drink. It was not cheap, but it was worth the time and the money. I enjoyed hanging out with all of my boys. Kathy enjoyed a nice quiet time at the house.

Home Time. It’s a very special thing for me. I hope it is for everyone.



I come from a small town in north Texas. The population of Dodd City is just over 300 people. Such a small town that when I graduated in 1977, I graduated with 5 girls. I am not real sure about how long they have been there since we graduated, but I believe that they have lived and stayed there since then. Now, this is not a statement to say anything against the girls. I actually wish at this point in my life that I could be home. Why? I’m an over the road truck driver. A driver who drives and lives in a 18 wheeler.

I have been a truck driver for almost 11 years now. For a few of those years, my driving was just in Texas and Oklahoma, but now I drive the lower 48 states.

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