I’ve Driven 1.2 Million Miles, and Still No One Knows My Name

“I Brought Your Medicine, Your Food, Your Christmas Gifts. But I’ve Spent 12 Birthdays Alone.”A trucker’s lament in a world that forgot how things got where they are. I brought your medicine, your food, your Christmas gifts. But I’ve spent 12 birthdays alone. Not that anyone asked. Truth is, I haven’t celebrated my birthday since

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The Man in Uniform

He survived Iraq. But every night at dinner, I watched him disappear. The boy who used to chase fireflies in our backyard, who’d laugh so hard he’d snort milk through his nose, was gone. In his place sat a man in a pressed uniform, medals pinned to his chest, but his eyes—those blue eyes that

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