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Breaker breaker
This came up over on Libertine's blog, but I thought I'd share it on my own blog. --W-- was blogging about CB radios, and since my father was a truck driver we always traveled with one in our car on vacations. The story I want to share isn't about those vacations, though, it's about a story about my father from his truck driving days. I think it reveals a thing or two about who he was.
My father was a quietly religious man, given to sobriety and clean living--pretty much the opposite of the stereotypical trucker. Once while he was driving truck, another trucker on the CB was being particularly loud, obnoxious, and vulgar. Having enough of it, my father told the guy to shut his mouth, that he was tired of hearing him. The other man challenged my father to stop his truck and make him. Now, my father was not, to the best of my knowledge, a violent man. I have a hard time imagining him with a raised voice, much less a raised fist, but he stuck to his guns in this case and told the guy what mile marker he could meet him at. The other guy was eager enough, but then another trucker chimed in that he thought he would stop too--and another, and another, and another. My father wasn't the only one who disliked what this guy was adding to the radio waves, but he was the only one who spoke up at first.