
I'm shuttling between the Petro, T/A and FJ here in San Antonio. I'm on the clock, so sitting here doesn't bother me that much. What does bother me is Ike. Look at the National Weather Service map. I live on the West coast of Florida exactly 97 miles from Disney World. Mrs. Grumpy said, "Will you come and rescue me if necessary?" What can I say? The rest of my family lives in South Florida, but then my brother can take care of the "rescues" down there. What a day. I'm dealing with a whole host of personal issues that seem to have just "sprung" up the last 48 hours. If you're a truck driver you know what it feels like to be pulled in several different directions, while still trying to do your job.