What's with the DMV?

I got up early, my mission of the day was to go to the DMV and return the plates from my car so that I could take it off the insurance. I had the whole morning planned out in my mind. I hopped on the train raced down the street only to be halted by a line of people curling around the block waiting for the DMV. The line was so long I could not even see the entrance to the building. I stood there for a moment, armed with my plates, and then I started pacing up and down the line. I had given myself 30 minutes to do the DMV thing and now it looked like it could be potentially the whole day. I gotto get to work, so I left the line which I did not even attempt to stand on (I hate long lines) and decided to return on another day.

Kiss The Truck Goodbye

My husband is having a very hard day, he is about to say good bye to his mechanical companion of 6 years - his 2004 VOLVO Tractor. We are no longer in the trucking business- Thank God for that, but he has been holding onto the tractors engine less rusting frame for over a year now. We originally bought it spanking new for $70,000, now a truck mechanic has offered to buy it for $3,500.00. Its a tough decision as the truck depreciated as fast as ice in hot soup. If only we had bought a building. My husband is sitting in the drivers seat, behind the wheel worn down by his hands and his hands alone, reminiscing about the thousands of miles, he and the truck road together. From New York to Yuma Arizona hauling pet food and car parts bringing back flour; dodging twisters and crawling through blizzards, on endless empty roads and jammed packed I95. Listening to music, audio books and drinking coffee. Nights spent behind walmarts and in truck stops parked amongst sleeping drivers who pull out in the predawn hours beneath buzzing fluorescent lights and the overpowering smell of diesel fuel and break fluid. Yes, my husband is losing a trusted friend today and I feel for him.