The author is a sometime trucker who, for the past seven years, has been using a three-quarter-ton pickup to deliver honey from her bee farm to retailers around the country. She sleeps in truck stops because they are safe and coffee is always available.
In the early morning there is a city of the mind that stretches from coast to coast, from border to border. Its cross streets are the interstate highways, and food, comfort, companionship are served up in its buildings, the truck stops near the exits. Its citizens are all-night drivers, the truckers and the waitresses at the stops....
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