Mike Link is the truck driver who took me all the way to Marysville, Washington with him.
Mike whipped-up an awesome dinner for everybody and then went to bed.
The next day his friends [now my friends, too] drove us back to the truck stop where his rig was parked. Then his dispatcher called and changed our plans.
Instead of loading taters we climbed up an icy road to the town of Cashmere, Washington and packed-in apples.
Cashmere is located above Snoqualmie Pass in Washington's end of the Cascade Mountains. We ate a huge seafood dinner there and admired the lights along the main street.
In the morning, we got coffee and apple fritters [Oh! Do they make them yummy there!!] and headed to Yakima, Washington.
After unloading there, Mike dropped me off in Pendleton, Oregon and the local Salvation Army put me up in a motel.
The next day I went back on the road and headed for Idaho.
I did this because I was trying to find a decent shelter to stay at over Christmas.
Boise was a bust and so was THE SECOND MEANEST CITY IN THE UNTIED STATES...[drum roll, please...TDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! BANG!] TWIN FALLS, IDAHO!!!!!
The people in that city refused to do a single kind thing for me on Christmas Eve. I was left to walk out of there down a cold highway in the dark.
I finally got to a Flying J where I asked the lady manager if I could stay inside there until morning. She smiled, gave me some hot coffee and a danish and said "Sure."
At the first light of dawn, I walked down the ramp to Interstate 84 heading west.
I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to have a horrible Christmas. I also realized that I was going to have to go to Portland.
As I got to the end of the ramp, a big truck signaled me as it rumbled to a stop.
When I got to the door of the tractor, I saw a little lady with a big grin sitting in the driver's seat.
She and I yakked all the way to Pendleton and then she dropped me off at the police station.
The cops put me in a motel overnight and that's where I curled-up and watched Christmas shows on TV.
The next day, I headed toward Portland and ended up taking a hard fall on the ramp by the Biggs truck stop. Soon after that, a family drove up in an SUV and took me to Portland.
But when we stepped-out of the rig on Burnside in the Oldtown section of Portland...The family shifted gears.
Later on that night, I boarded a Greyhound bus back here to Pendleton. They also gave me enough money to pay for a motel until Friday.
I picked up my birth certificate yesterday morning. I'm looking forward to replacing my State ID card very soon.
A reporter has contacted me and wants to talk to me about a story he's planning on writing.
That's fine with me. I sent him an email back. I'll keep you all posted.
Suffice it to say that I'm tired, have a cold, am somewhat banged-up from my fall but I am surviving.
God is great...All the time!
I'm wishing you all a very Happy New Year, Campers. Make it count. I love you.
And so ends the first year of "Ruthie In The Sky." I am looking forward to the next one!
Bring On 2006!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Ruthie On The Road, Update
Hello Campers! I am now in Marysville, Washington which is located east of Seattle. The driver that I am with now brought me over to spend a great evening with his friends here.
In a bit, we will be going to get a load of red spuds. Then we will cross the State and head for Montana.
The weather is iffy at this point.
And my profile photo is brand new and was taken by Pamela L. Warren.
In a bit, we will be going to get a load of red spuds. Then we will cross the State and head for Montana.
The weather is iffy at this point.
And my profile photo is brand new and was taken by Pamela L. Warren.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Jesus, Portland, Get Real!
As I watched thick, gray clouds roll across the wide-open sky above an on ramp near Jerome, Idaho yesterday...my cell phone rang.
It was the Knight company driver who had dropped me off near Ogden, Utah several days ago. He wanted to know how I was doing. I told him that I was cold and still trying to get a ride to Oregon.
Then a driver in a big rig stopped and picked me up. His name is David.
We cruised down the road without a problem until we crossed into Oregon State. After several miles we realized that those gray clouds that I'd seen in Idaho had followed us across the border.
We drove past the snow and finally slid on the ice into a dividing wall on a bridge in the outskirts of Portland.
I mean, David's truck hit a patch of black ice and we SLID into the wall! We are both certain that the wall prevented us from sliding into the opposite lanes of oncoming traffic.
Truly, that wall, brought to us by God, saved both of our lives.
Over the course of the next two hours, big rigs and four-wheelers ran into each other on that same bridge. I cringed every time a big-rig came creeping around the bend on our side of the wall. We worried that the truck would slide on the same patch of ice and slam right into us.
And I became outraged when no one came to help those of us who were trapped up on that bridge.
There was not a police car or a salt truck in sight when I finally called Portland dispatch 911. The man that answered the phone sounded bored. But I made it very clear that we needed help immediately.
A half hour later a big rig slammed into another truck and a four-wheeler ran head-on into one of the tractor-trailers.
"That's it!" I said and punched in 911 on my cell phone a second time.
This time a woman answered and told me that "Ice is a problem all over the City."
"We've got a bigger problem than the damned ice right now, Lady and you better get some help up here before this situation gets any worse!" I yelled.
Fifteen minutes later a single Portland police car showed-up. We waited another twenty-minutes before we saw the first salt truck.
All the while trucks lined-up, banged-up and headed up the treacherous and slippery bridge.
Finally David inched his truck to the next exit [where he had to go to unload his trailer]and a salt truck helped us get down the ramp.
I am now posting this in a truck stop outside of Portland. Yes, Campers, I am banging away on the keys of another driver's laptop.
He is going to get me back to where I need to be, safe and sound, tomorrow.
Which is more than I can say for the City of Portland!
In that City, Jesus doesn't need to take a wheel. He needs to smack some sense into the Portland City Fathers, instead!!!
It was the Knight company driver who had dropped me off near Ogden, Utah several days ago. He wanted to know how I was doing. I told him that I was cold and still trying to get a ride to Oregon.
Then a driver in a big rig stopped and picked me up. His name is David.
We cruised down the road without a problem until we crossed into Oregon State. After several miles we realized that those gray clouds that I'd seen in Idaho had followed us across the border.
We drove past the snow and finally slid on the ice into a dividing wall on a bridge in the outskirts of Portland.
I mean, David's truck hit a patch of black ice and we SLID into the wall! We are both certain that the wall prevented us from sliding into the opposite lanes of oncoming traffic.
Truly, that wall, brought to us by God, saved both of our lives.
Over the course of the next two hours, big rigs and four-wheelers ran into each other on that same bridge. I cringed every time a big-rig came creeping around the bend on our side of the wall. We worried that the truck would slide on the same patch of ice and slam right into us.
And I became outraged when no one came to help those of us who were trapped up on that bridge.
There was not a police car or a salt truck in sight when I finally called Portland dispatch 911. The man that answered the phone sounded bored. But I made it very clear that we needed help immediately.
A half hour later a big rig slammed into another truck and a four-wheeler ran head-on into one of the tractor-trailers.
"That's it!" I said and punched in 911 on my cell phone a second time.
This time a woman answered and told me that "Ice is a problem all over the City."
"We've got a bigger problem than the damned ice right now, Lady and you better get some help up here before this situation gets any worse!" I yelled.
Fifteen minutes later a single Portland police car showed-up. We waited another twenty-minutes before we saw the first salt truck.
All the while trucks lined-up, banged-up and headed up the treacherous and slippery bridge.
Finally David inched his truck to the next exit [where he had to go to unload his trailer]and a salt truck helped us get down the ramp.
I am now posting this in a truck stop outside of Portland. Yes, Campers, I am banging away on the keys of another driver's laptop.
He is going to get me back to where I need to be, safe and sound, tomorrow.
Which is more than I can say for the City of Portland!
In that City, Jesus doesn't need to take a wheel. He needs to smack some sense into the Portland City Fathers, instead!!!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Spy On ME, George Bush!
Sooo...Old George Bush has decided to spy on people,eh?
I hope he spies on me.
Yup. I sure hope he does.
I hope he chases me around for weeks!
Just imagine what his reaction will be when he sees me: Rolling in and out of distribution centers, weigh scales and Ports of Entry in company big-rigs and FedEx vans!
Do you think that he'll be amazed at how I manage to get myself from one end of the Country to the other in about a week?
I hope he spies on me.
Gee whiz, I've been involved in so much mischief for the past ten-years that I should have been spied-on!
I want to be spied-on!
Come on, George Bush, spy on me!!!
I'll let ya do it for free.
Take a bunch of photos and notes and put them in a big, fat file with my name on it.
I'm not shy. I'm Ruthie In The Sky.
Just be sure you spell my name right, George.
Wouldn't want to get me mixed-up with somebody else.
And while you're at it...STAKE OUT SANTA CLAUS!
Yeah, that big, fat jolly guy who hangs around with dwarves and has an animal fetish.
I hear he's planning on riding his sleigh through North American airspace without authorization on some night soon.
You better watch him, George.
What with all those sealed packages in the back of his sleigh, there's no telling what Santa will do!
Why...One of those packages might contain a bomb!
[GASP!]
Yeah, do your duty, George.
Oh, and Merry Christmas, you moron!!!!
I hope he spies on me.
Yup. I sure hope he does.
I hope he chases me around for weeks!
Just imagine what his reaction will be when he sees me: Rolling in and out of distribution centers, weigh scales and Ports of Entry in company big-rigs and FedEx vans!
Do you think that he'll be amazed at how I manage to get myself from one end of the Country to the other in about a week?
I hope he spies on me.
Gee whiz, I've been involved in so much mischief for the past ten-years that I should have been spied-on!
I want to be spied-on!
Come on, George Bush, spy on me!!!
I'll let ya do it for free.
Take a bunch of photos and notes and put them in a big, fat file with my name on it.
I'm not shy. I'm Ruthie In The Sky.
Just be sure you spell my name right, George.
Wouldn't want to get me mixed-up with somebody else.
And while you're at it...STAKE OUT SANTA CLAUS!
Yeah, that big, fat jolly guy who hangs around with dwarves and has an animal fetish.
I hear he's planning on riding his sleigh through North American airspace without authorization on some night soon.
You better watch him, George.
What with all those sealed packages in the back of his sleigh, there's no telling what Santa will do!
Why...One of those packages might contain a bomb!
[GASP!]
Yeah, do your duty, George.
Oh, and Merry Christmas, you moron!!!!
Message To The Mormons
I have an idea that at some point, Oh Mormons, you are going to check my blog again.
This is my message to you:
I thank you for your kindness. But I wonder what you would have done if I had told you that I wasn't interested in becoming a Mormon. [Say...Five minutes after I first walked in the door?]
If I had told you that I wanted to stay in the relationship that I presently have with God...Would you have helped me at all?
I doubt it.
And I think it's heartbreaking to realize that your "family" only values those who subscribe to your faith.
For your information, I have a soul and it was given to me by God Almighty. I've carried it for fifty-years. I'm going to keep it.
[Without Joseph Smith's permission!]
It will be cold tomorrow when I go out on the road, but I'll manage. I'll just keep the faith.
But I won't keep the Book of Mormon. I already know the definition of the word "FOOL."
This is my message to you:
I thank you for your kindness. But I wonder what you would have done if I had told you that I wasn't interested in becoming a Mormon. [Say...Five minutes after I first walked in the door?]
If I had told you that I wanted to stay in the relationship that I presently have with God...Would you have helped me at all?
I doubt it.
And I think it's heartbreaking to realize that your "family" only values those who subscribe to your faith.
For your information, I have a soul and it was given to me by God Almighty. I've carried it for fifty-years. I'm going to keep it.
[Without Joseph Smith's permission!]
It will be cold tomorrow when I go out on the road, but I'll manage. I'll just keep the faith.
But I won't keep the Book of Mormon. I already know the definition of the word "FOOL."
Ruthie On The Road, Update
I will note here that I had absolutely no business sitting in the Albertson distribution center in a Knight company truck.
But hey, the driver picked me up before he had to do that "drop-and-hook" at Albertson's. And he went above and beyond the call of duty when he risked transporting me in his company truck.
He did the right thing.
So did the guy who picked me up off the side of the interstate in southern Utah.
Of course he isn't supposed to pick up passengers when he's transporting a new FedEx van to its destination.
But hey...I am worth much more than a freaking tractor or van!
Thank you to both of them for doing me a favor without strings attached.
And now I'll discuss what happened with the Mormons...
But hey, the driver picked me up before he had to do that "drop-and-hook" at Albertson's. And he went above and beyond the call of duty when he risked transporting me in his company truck.
He did the right thing.
So did the guy who picked me up off the side of the interstate in southern Utah.
Of course he isn't supposed to pick up passengers when he's transporting a new FedEx van to its destination.
But hey...I am worth much more than a freaking tractor or van!
Thank you to both of them for doing me a favor without strings attached.
And now I'll discuss what happened with the Mormons...
Ruthie On The Road,Update
Oh wow, have I been busy!!!
I am so sorry that I have taken so long to post this update, Campers. But I have been rolling across America for most of the past week.
And I am now in a small city [Population: 4111] called American Falls in southern Idaho.
In my journey across the Continent: I rode-out a wild snowstorm in an eighteen-wheeler that the driver parked in a Safeway lot in downtown Frisco, Colorado. I shared conversation with a man who was driving a brand new FedEx van to Anaheim, California. I sat in a Knight company truck as it dropped one trailer and hooked-up to another one at an Albertson distribution center.
And then...I met the Mormons!
I am so sorry that I have taken so long to post this update, Campers. But I have been rolling across America for most of the past week.
And I am now in a small city [Population: 4111] called American Falls in southern Idaho.
In my journey across the Continent: I rode-out a wild snowstorm in an eighteen-wheeler that the driver parked in a Safeway lot in downtown Frisco, Colorado. I shared conversation with a man who was driving a brand new FedEx van to Anaheim, California. I sat in a Knight company truck as it dropped one trailer and hooked-up to another one at an Albertson distribution center.
And then...I met the Mormons!
Angel In The Garbage
Miss Piggy: I moderate my comments, therefore your stupidity will never be published in my blog.
However,I will keep your comments as proof of what you did or will do with my mail [It is illegal to open another person's mail no matter what address it is sent to] and [It is illegal to tamper with another person's official documents of identification] bring your words to the attention of the proper authorities.
You are a screwed-up and totally pathetic waste of a human being, Your Sowness. And I'm glad that I'm not in your shoes, Fatty. I'm REALLY GLAD!
Take a good long look around your sty there, Ms. Heifer. I did. And I hope the photos that I took develop very nicely. I shall include them in this blog.
[Grunt,squeal! "WHAT!!! YOU TOOK PICTURES??!!]
Yes, I did, Oh Lady of Lard.
I'll take care of this matter real soon, Rita Rotunda.
And the only person that will remain "bitter" after that will be YOU, Porky.
However,I will keep your comments as proof of what you did or will do with my mail [It is illegal to open another person's mail no matter what address it is sent to] and [It is illegal to tamper with another person's official documents of identification] bring your words to the attention of the proper authorities.
You are a screwed-up and totally pathetic waste of a human being, Your Sowness. And I'm glad that I'm not in your shoes, Fatty. I'm REALLY GLAD!
Take a good long look around your sty there, Ms. Heifer. I did. And I hope the photos that I took develop very nicely. I shall include them in this blog.
[Grunt,squeal! "WHAT!!! YOU TOOK PICTURES??!!]
Yes, I did, Oh Lady of Lard.
I'll take care of this matter real soon, Rita Rotunda.
And the only person that will remain "bitter" after that will be YOU, Porky.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Is God Blind At Christmastime?
The following is a copy of an email that I sent to a minister here in Springfield, Missouri today:
_______________________________
Mark, you said:
"The kind of help you are needing is very extensive and costly at a time
where everyone is stressed financially due to Katrina relief, high fuel
prices,a weakened economy."
And this is my reply:
You never mentioned "financial stress" when you asked people to hang flyers
[complete with a DVD, no less!] on doorknobs.
I just wanted a fair shake.
I tried talking to folks and got nowhere.
[Of course, Angel aka Cruella Deville, didn't help my efforts any.
More on that in a minute]
My last attempt to get assistance was aimed at the Salvation Army. A
lady there let me stay at the shelter last night but I left
today.
A different woman walked in this morning and treated me like dirt. I
graciously washed all of the breakfast dishes, put up all of the
chairs, swept and then mopped the floor.
Then when I went to brush my teeth and call you, that woman walked
into my room and gave me a verbal thrashing.
"I only take two minutes to brush my teeth and your phone calls should
be done later!"
I told her to bite me. Then I informed her what would happen if she did.
And then I packed my bag and walked out.
This is the way it has been all over Springfield, Missouri.
Everybody has exploited me or attempted to maneuver me according to
their own agenda.
Nobody has opened up their heart to me at all.
So I'm going to be on the road tonight...Hitchhiking out of here.
Which brings me to Angel.
She sleeps with her boyfriend and I disagree with that practice. She
uses a credit card to buy groceries and then spends cash on porcelain
dolls at Wal-Mart. She over-eats and doesn't clean her apartment. It is
a royal pigsty! She's a user and a manipulator of the lowest order.
I trusted her and then she started pressuring me to close my
direct-deposit account at Wells Fargo and have my monthly checks sent
to her mailbox!! Then she made sure that my check [from the Salvation
Army] was sent to her address [where it might be now or tomorrow] as
well as my replacement birth certificate!!!
Once that was done, her
attitude changed dramatically.So much so that yesterday she took my bag and
brought it to the library and dropped it at my feet. This was late in
the afternoon and the sun was going down! On a Saturday night!!
You aren't the only person that I contacted from the congregation. I
didn't think that it was fair to dump everything in your lap.
Ministers have much to do all the time. I know this. Someone that I
was related to in another lifetime showed me all the ins-and-outs of
being a padre. I realize that you have your hands full.
But people in the congregation had time to hang DVD's on doorknobs. And there I sat, last
Wednesday night, feeling alienated and ostracized. As I stared at the
stage and watched the people rehearse I wondered what they'd say if
they knew that I am a card-carrying Thespian.
It didn't seem to matter that I am a potential
Christian. Or some semblance of a child of God.
And when you got up and started talking about
sowing seeds I wonder if you saw the seed sitting in me.
"What is one?" You probably asked yourself "When we are going after many."
"What is a poor old woman like her?" You probably said to yourself
"When we can recruit those with money in their wallets."
Who am I, indeed?
Tell me, Mark. If you ever feel the nudge from God to make the time.
I called and emailed other people in the congregation. But nobody has responded.
Maybe they are busy creating another DVD or a slick newsletter. And
they don't see or hear me...While I'm sitting in the corner.
Tell me, Mark...when HE takes the time to look at me...WHAT DO YOU THINK GOD SEES?!
_______________________________
Mark, you said:
"The kind of help you are needing is very extensive and costly at a time
where everyone is stressed financially due to Katrina relief, high fuel
prices,a weakened economy."
And this is my reply:
You never mentioned "financial stress" when you asked people to hang flyers
[complete with a DVD, no less!] on doorknobs.
I just wanted a fair shake.
I tried talking to folks and got nowhere.
[Of course, Angel aka Cruella Deville, didn't help my efforts any.
More on that in a minute]
My last attempt to get assistance was aimed at the Salvation Army. A
lady there let me stay at the shelter last night but I left
today.
A different woman walked in this morning and treated me like dirt. I
graciously washed all of the breakfast dishes, put up all of the
chairs, swept and then mopped the floor.
Then when I went to brush my teeth and call you, that woman walked
into my room and gave me a verbal thrashing.
"I only take two minutes to brush my teeth and your phone calls should
be done later!"
I told her to bite me. Then I informed her what would happen if she did.
And then I packed my bag and walked out.
This is the way it has been all over Springfield, Missouri.
Everybody has exploited me or attempted to maneuver me according to
their own agenda.
Nobody has opened up their heart to me at all.
So I'm going to be on the road tonight...Hitchhiking out of here.
Which brings me to Angel.
She sleeps with her boyfriend and I disagree with that practice. She
uses a credit card to buy groceries and then spends cash on porcelain
dolls at Wal-Mart. She over-eats and doesn't clean her apartment. It is
a royal pigsty! She's a user and a manipulator of the lowest order.
I trusted her and then she started pressuring me to close my
direct-deposit account at Wells Fargo and have my monthly checks sent
to her mailbox!! Then she made sure that my check [from the Salvation
Army] was sent to her address [where it might be now or tomorrow] as
well as my replacement birth certificate!!!
Once that was done, her
attitude changed dramatically.So much so that yesterday she took my bag and
brought it to the library and dropped it at my feet. This was late in
the afternoon and the sun was going down! On a Saturday night!!
You aren't the only person that I contacted from the congregation. I
didn't think that it was fair to dump everything in your lap.
Ministers have much to do all the time. I know this. Someone that I
was related to in another lifetime showed me all the ins-and-outs of
being a padre. I realize that you have your hands full.
But people in the congregation had time to hang DVD's on doorknobs. And there I sat, last
Wednesday night, feeling alienated and ostracized. As I stared at the
stage and watched the people rehearse I wondered what they'd say if
they knew that I am a card-carrying Thespian.
It didn't seem to matter that I am a potential
Christian. Or some semblance of a child of God.
And when you got up and started talking about
sowing seeds I wonder if you saw the seed sitting in me.
"What is one?" You probably asked yourself "When we are going after many."
"What is a poor old woman like her?" You probably said to yourself
"When we can recruit those with money in their wallets."
Who am I, indeed?
Tell me, Mark. If you ever feel the nudge from God to make the time.
I called and emailed other people in the congregation. But nobody has responded.
Maybe they are busy creating another DVD or a slick newsletter. And
they don't see or hear me...While I'm sitting in the corner.
Tell me, Mark...when HE takes the time to look at me...WHAT DO YOU THINK GOD SEES?!
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Do YOU Know Me, Santa?
So here I am in a holding pattern, Campers. And it sure feels strange to realize that after fifty years, I don't officially exist anymore.
What did everyone do on this Continent 100 years ago to prove who they were?
Dear Santa:
Send me a smile.
Send me some grace.
Send me a miracle from some better place.
I don't need wrapping.
I don't need a bow.
I just need identification from someone I know!
What did everyone do on this Continent 100 years ago to prove who they were?
Dear Santa:
Send me a smile.
Send me some grace.
Send me a miracle from some better place.
I don't need wrapping.
I don't need a bow.
I just need identification from someone I know!
Friday, December 09, 2005
Salvation Blarney, Part Two
As you know, Campers, all of my identification was stolen. So I contacted the Salvation Army in Jonesboro, Arkansas again. I asked them to send me the check that I had earned after standing out in the cold for hours ringing their freaking bell.
I got a complete and total run-around.
Mind you, I called the captain, the bookkeeper and the woman who was supposed to be in charge of handling the bellringers.
That was yesterday.
Today I called the office again and spoke to Mr. Bill the bookkeeper.
Mr. Bill told me that my check just disappeared somewhere. And he also told me that I wasn't the only person that happened to.
I am not surprised.
But I know the law and I know that they have to send me that money. So after making my point to Mr. Bill, I got a call back and have been informed that the "check is in the mail."
It better be.
I stood out there in front of Wal-Mart and rang my damned heart out. People put plenty of money in the kettle that day, including, as I stated previously, one check for $100.
And that shelter treated me like crap.
I'm expecting the check by Monday.
I'll keep you updated on this.
And check out the new Better Business Bureau charity monitor. Scroll down the page and click on the BBB logo on my link list.
I checked the BBB's list of quality charities. The Salvation Army isn't named anywhere.
I got a complete and total run-around.
Mind you, I called the captain, the bookkeeper and the woman who was supposed to be in charge of handling the bellringers.
That was yesterday.
Today I called the office again and spoke to Mr. Bill the bookkeeper.
Mr. Bill told me that my check just disappeared somewhere. And he also told me that I wasn't the only person that happened to.
I am not surprised.
But I know the law and I know that they have to send me that money. So after making my point to Mr. Bill, I got a call back and have been informed that the "check is in the mail."
It better be.
I stood out there in front of Wal-Mart and rang my damned heart out. People put plenty of money in the kettle that day, including, as I stated previously, one check for $100.
And that shelter treated me like crap.
I'm expecting the check by Monday.
I'll keep you updated on this.
And check out the new Better Business Bureau charity monitor. Scroll down the page and click on the BBB logo on my link list.
I checked the BBB's list of quality charities. The Salvation Army isn't named anywhere.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Ruthie On The Road, Update
I am staying with a couple in their high-rise apartment in Springfield, Missouri tonight. It's finally snowing here.
The lady, Angel, wants me to help her start a blog. So I will.
When she has it online, I will list a link to it here.
I will post a detailed update tomorrow. In the meantime, know that a nice truck driver took me all the way from Kingman, Arizona to here.
Then he drove on up to Michigan.
Yeah, Baby, yeah!
The lady, Angel, wants me to help her start a blog. So I will.
When she has it online, I will list a link to it here.
I will post a detailed update tomorrow. In the meantime, know that a nice truck driver took me all the way from Kingman, Arizona to here.
Then he drove on up to Michigan.
Yeah, Baby, yeah!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Response To Lady Trucker
I'm going to post a response to "Lady Trucker" who sent me a very crabby comment after reading some of my blog:
Dear Grumpy---
You missed my point, completely.
I appreciate the fact that the female truck driver gave me a ride. But that action did not give her the right to tell me who I should worship and in what fashion. Nor did it entitle her to force me to agree with her political view, either.
I asked for a ride, not a lecture.
How I choose to worship and who I put my faith in is my business. Not hers.
I told her what she wanted to hear because I wanted the ride. And because when she demanded that I think like her, she was totally disrespectful to me.
On my birthday, no less!
And for your information, most of the truckers who write to me are very nice.
So...Go suck a rock, Lady.
Dear Grumpy---
You missed my point, completely.
I appreciate the fact that the female truck driver gave me a ride. But that action did not give her the right to tell me who I should worship and in what fashion. Nor did it entitle her to force me to agree with her political view, either.
I asked for a ride, not a lecture.
How I choose to worship and who I put my faith in is my business. Not hers.
I told her what she wanted to hear because I wanted the ride. And because when she demanded that I think like her, she was totally disrespectful to me.
On my birthday, no less!
And for your information, most of the truckers who write to me are very nice.
So...Go suck a rock, Lady.
Friday, December 02, 2005
The Salvation Blarney!
I tried to get photocopies of my identification sent to me from the Salvation Army shelter in Jonesboro, Arkansas.
I faxed them [twice] and made several phone calls.
Did they help me? NOOOOOOO!
I said it before and I'll say it again...That bunch down there in Jonesboro need an attitude adjustment!
And by the way, Campers, I put some dollars [and I mean more than two!!!] into the kettle here in Kingman, Arizona.
I did it because the Salvation Army is a good organization overall...But what's bad about it is REALLY bad!!!
I faxed them [twice] and made several phone calls.
Did they help me? NOOOOOOO!
I said it before and I'll say it again...That bunch down there in Jonesboro need an attitude adjustment!
And by the way, Campers, I put some dollars [and I mean more than two!!!] into the kettle here in Kingman, Arizona.
I did it because the Salvation Army is a good organization overall...But what's bad about it is REALLY bad!!!
Ruthie Who?
No, I don't want money! Oh hell no! This isn't about that...I never have enough freaking money, anyway. [Nor does anybody else I know.]
I lost all of my identification: Birth certificate, State ID card, Social Security card, Voters registration card and a few other cards that are important to me.
I also lost the angel inside the glass heart that I got from a friend and have carried with me for a long time. That angel is very special to me and I am devastated.
And without a shred of identification, I no longer exist. Nope. I can't do any banking, buy a bus ticket, check-in to a motel, or even stay at a shelter!
If it hadn't been for the grace and mercy of several different entities [who shall remain nameless] I wouldn't even be sleeping indoors tonight.
I have contacted several places that have photocopies of my identification and they haven't sent me anything.
It's bad enough that I am a victim but it's unforgivable to be rejected as a worthwhile individual in my own Country!!!
What if this happened to you?
I lost all of my identification: Birth certificate, State ID card, Social Security card, Voters registration card and a few other cards that are important to me.
I also lost the angel inside the glass heart that I got from a friend and have carried with me for a long time. That angel is very special to me and I am devastated.
And without a shred of identification, I no longer exist. Nope. I can't do any banking, buy a bus ticket, check-in to a motel, or even stay at a shelter!
If it hadn't been for the grace and mercy of several different entities [who shall remain nameless] I wouldn't even be sleeping indoors tonight.
I have contacted several places that have photocopies of my identification and they haven't sent me anything.
It's bad enough that I am a victim but it's unforgivable to be rejected as a worthwhile individual in my own Country!!!
What if this happened to you?
Truckers Rob Ruthie!
My heart is broken. And of all times to take place, it just had to happen at Christmas.
I was robbed by two people in a big rig outside of Barstow, California. And for any long-haul drivers who might be reading this, I am going to include the following information:
This past Monday, I stood on a ramp near several truck stops [I think one is a Flying J and another is a TA but I it might be a Pilot/Petro or something like that. Anyway there are several truck stops located near the ramps]and I was very tired.
Exhaustion is a bad thing. I realize that I should have been more careful but that is NO DAMNED EXCUSE for what those two individuals did to me!!!
I was heading north to where the interstate splits off and one way leads to Barstow, California and the beginning of I-40 east.
It was between 7 and 8am Pacific time when a flatbed pulled over to pick me up. Two people were inside AND I KNOW THAT I BROKE A RULE when I got in with two people. Yes, Campers, I know.
The driver was a guy and all I remember about him is that he is thin, with longer, dark hair. His companion, a woman, who sat in the passenger seat is thin with short, blond hair. She appears to be younger than the driver.
While the driver distracted me with intense conversation about exactly where I wanted to be dropped-off at, the woman zipped open the top part of my pack and took my wallet.
They dropped me off by the split to the beginning of I-40 east near Barstow, California and took off down the other way. By that I mean, I started walking down the right side of the split and they drove down the left side. I believe they were headed to Las Vegas.
I am wondering if the information that I have provided here will jog any driver's memory. This is VERY SERIOUS and VERY IMPORTANT!!!
As you know, unless I can track down my existing identification, I'm going to have to go through the pain and agony of replacing it.
If you can help, please contact me.
I was robbed by two people in a big rig outside of Barstow, California. And for any long-haul drivers who might be reading this, I am going to include the following information:
This past Monday, I stood on a ramp near several truck stops [I think one is a Flying J and another is a TA but I it might be a Pilot/Petro or something like that. Anyway there are several truck stops located near the ramps]and I was very tired.
Exhaustion is a bad thing. I realize that I should have been more careful but that is NO DAMNED EXCUSE for what those two individuals did to me!!!
I was heading north to where the interstate splits off and one way leads to Barstow, California and the beginning of I-40 east.
It was between 7 and 8am Pacific time when a flatbed pulled over to pick me up. Two people were inside AND I KNOW THAT I BROKE A RULE when I got in with two people. Yes, Campers, I know.
The driver was a guy and all I remember about him is that he is thin, with longer, dark hair. His companion, a woman, who sat in the passenger seat is thin with short, blond hair. She appears to be younger than the driver.
While the driver distracted me with intense conversation about exactly where I wanted to be dropped-off at, the woman zipped open the top part of my pack and took my wallet.
They dropped me off by the split to the beginning of I-40 east near Barstow, California and took off down the other way. By that I mean, I started walking down the right side of the split and they drove down the left side. I believe they were headed to Las Vegas.
I am wondering if the information that I have provided here will jog any driver's memory. This is VERY SERIOUS and VERY IMPORTANT!!!
As you know, unless I can track down my existing identification, I'm going to have to go through the pain and agony of replacing it.
If you can help, please contact me.
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