Coming Home, Chapter 6
Morning came quickly, Jacobs annoying plug in alarm clock beeping at him, letting him know to wake. The sun was just starting to come up, and now was the best time to start rolling, in his opinion. A quick run into the truck stop for the bathroom, and a cup of coffee, and he was off. He was glad that he was able to get the Memphis before rush hour, and before he knew it, he was up into Kentucky, only an hour out side of Ohio. He knew that once he delivered to Columbus, he would have the choice of just bobtailing home from there, or getting another load, hopefully towards the house. The possibility of a load was slim, but not impossible. The cost of the fuel though, 4 hours of dri

Coming Home, Chapter 5
The rest of Texas went quickly, and Jacob made his way into Arkansas without having to stop at the weigh station. Not really worried about it, as he ran legal, well, as legal as most folks ran. He might speed a little, and might fudge his book 15 minutes here or there. Nothing like them super truckers who ran 3 books, jacked up on who knows what trying to stay awake, chasing after that almighty dollar. For Jacob, it was acceptable to bring home what he did. He liked having rules to follow. It just worked for him.Thru Little Rock Jacob Clemens rolled, heading east bound on Interstate 40. The sun has set, and the outside air has cooled. Its still a comfortable evening, and inside th

Coming Home, Chapter 4
Finally rolling on the big road, he grabs for his cell phone. With his bluetooth connected, he scrolled thru his contact list till he got to "Sarah Clemens". Hitting the green send button, he settled into his seat, a smile on his face. After only two rings, Sarah picked up the phone."Hello?""Hey honey, its me. How are you?""Oh, hey babe. I'm ok, just busy as usual. You coming home?""Working on it. Got a load to Columbus, and from there I am only a few hours from home. How are the kids?""Fine. Sam and Jess are sleeping, and Mary got off to school on time. So what day will you be home?""Friday is

Coming Home, Chapter 3
With a wide swing of his Kenworth, he makes the turn into the truck stop, and heads for the fuel islands. A feeling of comfort comes over Jacob, as he gets into line. Sarah never believes him, but when he pulls into a truck stop, it feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Out on the road, there are all those cars that could cause problems, a million things happening that as a professional he has to pay attention to. Once he pulls into a truck stop, he attention is still there, but a feeling of success comes upon him, a part of his trip was completed without incident. He looks at his cell phone, Sarah had not called or messaged him, he would have to remember to call her

Coming Home, Chapter 2
Thoughts start to move ahead to what cities he will drive thru, what time he will be getting thru them.  Dallas was just up the road, then Little Rock, Memphis, Nashville, Cincinnati, and then Columbus.  In his head there is a map, and he knows the roads like a man knows his neighborhood.  Jacob Clemens neighborhood was the United States, and after 10 years out here, he knew his neighborhood pretty well.  He figured he would break somewhere around Memphis, about 9 or 10 hours up the road.  Probably get fuel, food, and a shower around Dallas.  Having a plan in place makes things easier, versus just driving around without a clue, he laughed.  He remembered w