Truck Stop Weary, Numero Tres

Carlisle, Pennsylvania 1988 from Marc Wise’s” Truck Stop”

Wayne is caught up in the ambiance that IS a Pennsylvania truck stop.  So filled with anticipation is he of this new day, that he could barely push his hat down on his head.  And who could blame him?  Just walking into this charming lounge would brighten anyone’s day.

Across this great nation of ours, other truckers speedily consume their meals, rejoicing at the prospect of what the road will offer.  George can barely contain himself.

Harlan is busting at the seams.  As soon as he finishes this cigarette, it’s out of the comfort of this red booth and into the luxury of the big rig.

Young Buck, Jr is positively stoked to be spending the day with Buck, Sr, rolling across the wide open spaces of Wyoming, counting bug corpses as they splatter on the windshield.

Dick shares a glance with Kevin, a glance that conveys what words never could.  Finish up your pie there, son, and let’s hit the road.  Back to the snow and the relentless wind.  We don’t get paid to sit.  Well, technically, we DO, but you know what I mean.