In my pre-trucking days, it’s unlikely I would have crossed paths with Benny. Heading north with produce from California’s Salinas Valley, my comm screen displayed a directive to convey a fellow dri...

Twenty-some years ago, I felt the need to make like Moses and herd sheep. For me, trucking was the modern-day equivalent. Asphalt became the antidote for job burnout and the death of my wife. Unlike...