I was sitting on the front porch today drinking a beer or twelve, after I had finished my work or course, reading the book Old Bill sent me of his stories. I'm sure everyone here knows Old Bill, the "Diesel gypsy". I am so thankful that he did send me that book, because his website is gone, just like Hank's Truck Pictures, where his stories were also available. I started feeling sentimental, I hadn't talked to Bill since the last time, several months ago. So when I realized again that he was the greatest truck driver ever, I decided that I needed to call him. I got no answer, thinking that I had waited too long...but no, the phone rang a few minutes later. I thought it was a telemarketer, and was prepared to lay a cussing on them like they'd never heard before.
But it was Bill calling me back. Not only is he alive and well, he had just gotten back from a trip to Denmark. He also told me that he has plans to go to the western US this fall, and some person in Tn. has also invited him down to visit, and offered to fly him in and out.
We talked about an hour, and I told him that if he got to Tennessee I would gladly drive there just to meet him.
Just thought i'd pass this along.