Welcome to The Journey
An open book journey of Christopher William Klein
An open book journey of Christopher William Klein
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Welcome to the new Journey of Christopher Klein. I am down in Dwight, IL. right now, and I had a little extra time before I head out. So I used this time to complete the Triumph Media website, or at least complete a big portion of it. Part of that is re-doing the journey. Now I can get back to regular posting of updates, pictures and other interesting things. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope that you will walk with me on this path. I will be adding the archieves as time permits. I have not run anything on the site through grammar and spell checking, but I will get to it. I also have to move the previous entries from Wordpress and LiveJournal. Then I have the task of going through my previous journals, written works and such, and getting them in place.
I hope that you enjoy what I put here. I intend to do a lot more posting, and get the back stuff up and running as well. For now, I am off to Georgia to see what wonders the Peach State have in store for me.
A random memory
When I was very young, my step-mother Margaret sat me down for breakfast. She gave me sausage, bacon, panckakes and eggs. It was wonderful. She also gave me an 8oz glass of Clamato. I have no idea what sadistic person thought it would be a good idea to put clam juice in strained tomatoes, but I was not going to touch it. Marge told me that I would not leave the table until I finished it. It was more than a day before she gave in and let me go. I never did drink it, and will not touch it to this day. That stuff is NASTY.
PhotoCredit: Christopher Klein
If you take a close look at the picture above, you will see little dots near the corner of the Maersk trailer. Yep, those are bees. They filled the entire area during a traffic jam coming out of Georgia and heading North. There were several Maersk trailers and all of them were infested. It was amazing actually, the sky was filled with them. They were honey bees. Maybe the population is coming back? I hope they find a nice home.
Anyway. Welcome back. It has been one hell of a week since my list posting. I am quickly coming up on my birthday, this Friday, the 18th and it strikes me that I am supposed to retire. At least that is what they told me when I was very young and back in school. You get out of school, get a job, work hard for a few decades, and then you get to retire when you turn 55. I don't think that is going to happen. But there are still a few days to go. Ain't that special?
Right now, I am just finishing up my 34 hour break in Dayton OH. It was a really bad week last week. I got stuck in docks, had to get towed from the side of the highway because I rand out of hours, and I was appointed an "ambassador" for Variant. Don't get too impressed, it is just an over-the-road recruiter, but I may be able to make it work. There is talk of a new Gray Variant truck, but we shall see. They are still getting the program together, so there is a lot of juggling going on.
Last night, once I finished school, I watched the controversial movie "Cuties", mostly because quite a few friends of mine have asked me to watch it and condemn it. Actually, they just told me that I should sign their petitions or speak out against it, they said nothing about watching it. After watching it, I don't think that they have watched it. The movie is in French with English subtitles and it is suggestive, but not the all that horror that is being spoken about on social media. The movie quality and storyline sucks. But the underlying story is good. I cannot condemn it, and I said so on social media. I lost 21 friends overnight. Isn't that special?
I am hoping for a good set of runs this week and I am starting out by heading down to North Carolina. Where I go from there is up to the great and powerful trucking gods. Time will tell. But I am hoping for West coast for a bit. I am about two weeks from home time and a nice coast to coast would run that out nicely.
I almost forgot. School! This class in Human Resource Management is killer. I am halfway through it and it is rough. I am still carrying a 94% or so, but it is a struggle.
A surprise for you all.
I used to be young. That is not a surprise to anyone. I used to be a bit of a rebel. No surprise there either. But what many people do not know about me is that I used to be a Republican. In fact, in my youth, before I could even vote, I was a member, and for a short time the leader, of a young republican club. I was out there spouting the greatness of the GOP and how they should be the only party. Boy do I wish that I could go back and spit on myself sometimes.
PhotoCredit: Christopher Klein
Today is my birthday, and this is the day, many moons ago, that I dreamed of retiring. I was told that if I worked hard and lived a fulfilling work life, that when I turned 55 years old I would have a million dollars and a puppy. I checked this morning, no million dollars, and I prefer cats. Oh well. But nothing stops the movement of time. Right?
It has been another hell week. But I am pretty sure that things are coming together now. I have been stuck at dock after dock for more than a week, 2 hours here, 4 hours there, and it has been adding up. Yesterday, I showed up at Walmart in Louisiana, only to be turned away because I was four hours early. When I finally got into the dock, waiting another 2 hours, the issue was resolved when I talked to Fleet and explained what has been going on. Now, instead of a 500 mile run today, I start out on a 1300 mile run to Frankfort New York. That is a bit better. I may even have a chance to pop through Tunnel Hill today, or set down there this evening for my break. But it will be after hours. Oh well, maybe next time through.
School is kicking my butt. This Human Resource management course is killer. But I am enjoying it. I got a big surprise last night when I received an 8 out of 8 on my latest assignment. Professor Bates is a hard educator. She does an excellent job of tearing you down, but explains exactly why she is doing it, and tells you how to improve. I admire her. I never expected that high of a score from her. I guess it just shows that you can never tell what is going to happen.
Spitfire
The picture at the head of today is a young me, with a 1974 Triump Spitfire. I loved that little car. I barely ran and needed a lot of work. I did not get a lot of time in her, but she was mine. I bought it off Ron Prestileo many years ago. I honestly can't remember what happened to it. I am going to have to think about that.
There is no picture today. Sorry for that. This is not because I don't have any, it is because I am running against the clock this morning and don't have time to edit one down. So it has been a big week. First of all, of course, last week was my birthday. The old 55, and that officially makes me a senior citizen. I get discounts and respect. Okay, maybe I just get discounts. But that is okay. I can deal. I did not have to deal with my annual deep blue funk, but through meditation and reflection, I have identified the reason that I have issues around my birthday. I will share that with you soon, but not today.
As I think that I have said, I am not an Ambassador for Variant. Right now, if I put that together with $5.25, it gets me a Mocha at Starbucks. But I still see it as the potential for positive. and to bolster my confidence and perhaps get me a few recruits, Rebecca has said she is going to do a short promotional video for the Variat drivers, thanking me and them for our service in this time of crisis. Oye. You would think we are at war, the way people talk.
I am not going to go political, at least not yet. But Ruth Ginsburg passed away. This is not going to bode well for the country, I can see it already. I am in WATCH and see mode right now with a lot of things. I am due for hometime in about 9 days, and I am headed out to Kansas tomorrow. So things may be looking up.
Turn to face the strange changes. No, wait, this is not an old song. This is reality. I am down for about 22 hours in North Carolina while I wait to pick up a truckload of Hair. Yep, hair. I don't know where it came from or what is going to be done with it, but there it is. Although, there are a lot of bald cats. Hmm.
Okay, so I had all this time on my hands. I have completed my work on the new Triumph Media. If you link to this page specifically, or even the journal page, you may want to hit the main page and see the articles. The only thing that I have left to build is the gallery, then it is just what happens from day to day. I am excited.
You may ask why I wasn't working on school since I am in such a rough course right now. Well, yesterday, I sat down, dug in and got everything done for the week except my test. I will do that when I take 34 down in a couple of days. In the morning, I head out to Kansas, and when I get there, I will be fully out of driving and working time. It will be time to relax. And then, in just over a week, I get HOMETIME. Woo hoo.
PhotoCredit: Artist Unknown: Public Stock
There is so much going on in the world today, and things are moving so fast, that we no longer appear to have time to stop and smell the rosees. Okay, that was a bit cliche', but I think you get my meaning. We, as the human race, are being kept on the edge of our seats by everything from politics to science. There is never a moment to sit back and breathe. And I think that it is beginning to take its' toll on the world. I can feel it from people around me, they are wound tight like springs in a clock, and that can never be good. We need to relax. And I mean that singular, and world-wide.
On the personal and professional side of things, I am down for a bit in Obetz OH in a little dinky Love's that is off the beaten track. I am rolling on recapp right now, so it is run and sit run and sit. But right now, it is working out. The Love's here is a bit tiny, but it does have a Hardee's, Chesters and Godfather Pizza. The showers are hot hot hot, but it has Ohio water. I always forget about that when I am in the area. The water is "soft" and leaves a bit of a residue. You never get that squeaky clean. This is something that we may have to deal with in Colorado, because I am pretty sure it has to do with well-water and water softeners.
The ole blood pressure and blood sugar are doing well, and I am getting a lot more sleep than I should, as well as exercise and meditation. I am about to break into my last week of Strategic Human Resource Management and right now, I am rocking a 96+. I still have an exam to take, so that could change. All in all, considering that hometime is only 4 days away, things are going very well. I am ignoring the political situation, even though I can see the trends and the ripples. I will start paying attention in October to see what kind of rabbits people try to pull out of their butts.
I am trying to figure out restocking of the truck. I was hoping that my Variant truck would be forthcoming, but it does not look like that is going to happen. I am headed out of here at noon, headed toward St. Louis, and whatever adverture that brings. But I am thinking that I want to go heavy on Stuffing this time. I really enjoyed that. I have to triple up on my pepperoni and cheese, and need cereal. I ran out fast, and it is very expensive in the truck stops. Of course, I need my chili and corned beef hash. But I am good on tuna. I want to check out the price of canned salmon and such, to mix in with the stuffing. I can make it into patties and toss it on a bun with some brown mustard. Yummy. I want to make sure I bring at least 5 hot sausage links and some rolls. That was good the first week out. And I need Ramen. But I have to come up with something other than the canned soups and all. They get old fast. I did find that by removing the liquids and putting the solids over potatoes, that works out well. So that is something. I also do not want to replenish my ravioli, that got old fast. But I am still into the lasagna. Things to consider.
18 Months
Drummed out of the Army. A failed life-change with a run to Maine. Crawling back home with my tail between my legs to Barrington N.J. to through myself on the sweet mercies of Jane Klein, my mother. I arrived in a thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms. But as I got close, I bolstered up and said "NO" to myself. I was a man now, dammit and I would not beg. I remember this time in my life, but when it rears up, I toss it to the back. And I don't know why. I pulled into Barrington and drove past my home, only to hit the gas at the last minute and run. I did not know where I was running to, but that home was not mine anymore. Gotta go...just go. I did not get far. Less than a mile away, I was pulled over by the Barrington police. A quick check of license and registration by a cop that I had known before, and not kindly, and I was told to "go away". Safe now, I headed for Haddon Heights. Dummy, I should have kept going. At the last moment, before the town line, I took a quick left. Sure enough, there are the lights again. This time, he was not so nice. He remember me stealing the lights off his car while he was sleeping. He remembered me turning him in for enjoing the offering of a young lady in his cruiser, years ago. He remembered ME. Arrested for, of all things, not having two dollars in my pocket, they impounded the car and sent me to Camden to the YMCA. Six months on the streets. Depressed with no options, no purpose, and no prospects for life. I was at the bottom.
After six months of eating whatever would come my way and sleeping in doorways and burned out buildings, I grew a pair and chose to find out if mom would help. I walked the 8 miles back home, and it took 10 hours. It should have taken three. Bedragled, dirty and broken, I knocked on the door. The mountain that answered the door was familiar to me. Father John (Uncle Bo) Ferrance. Two words, "Hello boy", boomed in the night. He opened the door wide and I walked in. He, and mom, had been expecting me. I still don't know how, but I have a feeling it was something to do with moms' sixth sense. I was ushed in and introduced to a young lady, Ruth-Ann. Uncle Bo informed me that my life was at an end unless I made some serious changes. I was 21, and Ruth-Ann was about the same. I was informed that Ruth, as I would come to know her, was my guide to put me back on track. I was also told that she was "off limits" and Bo said this with the fierceness of a lion protecting the pride. And a new chapter of my life began.
I spent the night in my old room, with Ruth curled up against me like some pet. My mind raced with possiblities, but no explainations were there for the asking. It was just time to sleep, a good meal in my belly for the first time in half a year, and a warm drink of bourbon to heat the blood. The next morning, the living room held two suitcases, a well dressed Ruth, and Bo and my mother to see me off. The next 18 months, I was a world traveler. I followed Ruth from country to country. In retrospect, I have no idea how we were able to do it. I still had my military ID, but I don't remember having a passport, and Ruth commanded attention whereever we went. She led me back to Germany to face my ghosts of my time there, and then into Tibet to chant with monks. We visited Africa and Spain, London, France and India. We went down-under and we went to Brazil. It was constant motion. I have forgotten more than I remember. We ate native foods, and talked to native people. Ruth had a working knowledge of dozens of languages. I nodded like some ancient bobblehead. And then it was over. We crossed the Canadian border, and drove a rented car back to New Jersey, back to Mom and Bo. Ruth kissed me on the cheek, said something to Bo, and she was gone. Bo said I would be fine, and the adventure was never discussed. The following Sunday, Bo invited me to church and I did not argue. I used to hate church. I said in the front Pew and was amazed to see Ruth, in her habit, complete with tunic, scapular and cowl. For 18 months, I was in the company of a nun, older than she seemed, more human than she portrayed. I smiled. As Bo was shaking hands at the end of the service, I stayed last in line. I shook his hand as Sister Ruth wandered up and smiled. Bo looked me dead in my eyes, peering through me. "Your lesson: Things are not always what they appear to be." That was the last time I saw Father John Ferrance and Sister Ruth. But I think, in retrospect, the lesson was learned.