A movement stirred him from his dreams of her. He heard ol' Roger, his brown lab, whining. As he sat up in his bunk, he noticed that the world had turned white overnight at the rest stop. "What is shaking my truck?" he wondered. He looked outside his window and saw a big moose scratching his back on the fender of his truck. After 45 years of trucking, he thought he'd seen it all. Minutes later the moose ambled through the new snow, across the river and into the woods. He started to say, "Jen, look at this," but as the sleep lifted, he remembered sadly that he would never share anything with her again.... Read More