Sunday, June 14, 2015
I Hope This Answers Your Question

Many people ask me this one simple question. "How R U?"


At that time, I did not know the answer.  So, I took it upon myself to take on the responsibility to track down and document the life, health, well-being, and happiness of R & U.  I will tell you that this is no easy task.  These wild and free letters are everywhere.  It was very hard to catch up to them.

After 3 weeks of traveling the globe, I finally tracked them down.  They didn't seem like they had much time to take a rest and talk to me, even for a moment, but I talked them into it.  So I asked them the same question that everyone asks me.  "How R U?"

R tells me that he is doing very well.  Life is great, he says.  He is happy that his life has such purpose and meaning, and he says that he is filled with happiness and fulfillment.  Now I turn to U, and I ask her the same question.  She says that aside from a slight identity crisis, she is doing great!  She also says that her life is filled with purpose, meaning, and happiness too!

So there you have it folks!  R & U are doing great!  So please stop asking me about them.


Sunday, May 31, 2020
Can't Stop The Rain

As I was driving to work this morning, I saw the dark clouds approaching in the sky, and I thought that I was going to show up for work, get my 2 hours show-up time, and then go home. As it turns out, as soon as all the truck drivers clocked in for work, we were all put on hold. This means that we stand around and talk, on the clock. Waiting for our boss to make a decision as to what we are going to do. With all the rain coming, do we drive the trucks, or do we go home? After about 30 minutes, my boss made the decision to put us to work. So, we hauled millings from an old job site to the asphalt plant, where it will be stored and processed later.

I thought that we would be doing that all day. But then the rain poured down harder. About 1 in the afternoon, the job was cut off. Road visibility was about 70%. Still good enough to keep driving, in my opinion. But nonetheless, all the drivers were cut off and were told to park the trucks, clock out, and go home. So here I sit, sharing my thoughts, with only a half a day's work in. And I know that next week, my paycheck is going to be small. Oh well! There will always be things like this. But, It can't rain all the time.

Stephen Robinson
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Stephen Robinson
September 27th 1968  (Age 51)
Male
Tuscaloosa



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