This Is the part I am going to hate, talking about me. I am a single 42 year old male. Look at the pics, I am terrible at describing myself. I have been an over the road trucker since 1978, a job I used to love but the past 10 to 15 years it has been going down the tubes and it just got worse in June. I was shot by another trucker. I am still trucking because it is all I know. I would list the names of the companies I've worked for and tell you my likes and dislikes about them but that would take forever. I am currently working for Shaffer Trucking out of New Kingstown, PA as a regional driver. That means I am home every weekend but I make less money than most. My hobbies are golf, which I never thought I would enjoy but once I got into it I loved it. Bowling, I haven't been in years but I remember loving it. When I was in a league I averaged 190 to 200. Now I would probably have a hard time getting the ball down the alley. Fishing when I can find the time, I hate to eat fish but love to catch them, go figure. Collecting zippos, I have over 100. Computers, I like building websites for myself and others. I am getting pretty good at fixing them too. I enjoy the internet, I think I am getting like that comercial where the guy is at the computer and a warning comes up saying that he had reached the end of the internet. I have 2 computers, 1 is a HP laptop and the other is a Gateway. The HP has a 600 mg prossesor with a 10 gig hard drive and a DVD CD drive. The Gateway I bought off Ebay from Gateway. It is amazing, it has a CD-RW drive, a 1.6 gig prossesor and it came with a 17 inch monitor, Boston speakers and a woofer. I wish I was home all the time so I could play on it more. Woodworking, Look on my pics page to see the greatest doghouse ever built. I looked on the web for designs for doghouses and the only one I could find looked like crap. So I went to Home Depot with a pocket full of money and a thought. After $200 and a lot of sweat from My brother, uncle and myself we came up with the greatest doghouse of all time. I also like to be creative. I bought a new satilite dish and didn't like the plain old look of it so I took it apart and painted it the Washington Redskins colors, then bought stickers of thier logo and helmet to top it off. I will put pictures of it on this site when I get my camera. Speaking of which, I bought my camera off of Ebay which I guess is a hobby too. It is a Samsung 210 SE digital camera, 2.1 pixel. I will be adding more photos here once I get it going. I am a movie buff. I buy DVD's anywhere I can get them and just bought a wicked home theater to watch them. It is a Pioneer 5 disc, 5 speaker surround sound system. I have a Sony Wega flat screen TV and my Dish Network Satelite system hooked to it. The system works a a kick ass stereo too. 400 watts of power, which is great when I want to listen to my favorite music, classic Rock and Roll. My favorite band of all time is Lynyrd Skynyrd. 70s and 80s bands are what I like the most, Bands like Boston, Aerosmith, ZZ Top, Kansas, Van Halen ( both Diamond Dave and Sammmy Hagar), Metallica, Styx and Pink Floyd to name a few. There are some newer bands I like, Pearl Jam, Nickleback, Stained, Ect. I download a lot of songs off the internet and burn my own CDs to carry with me on the road. I now have another new toy, it is a Archos MP3 player. It holds over 5,000 songs on it, I have almost 800 on it now. When in random mode it is like my own personal radiostation. I am not much into games but when I do play I like triva games like Who wants to be a millionaire or Weakest Link. I also like golfing and football games for my Sony Playstation. Writing is something I like to try, I wrote the short story Tiger for a Mark Twain essay contest that was in a trucker magizine. It was never published there but did get published on a web based Emag. I put it on my site for anyone that enjoys reading. I have started another story, it is going to be a novel if I ever get around to writing it. It is about a DC cop investigating a serial killer. Story sound bland but I have added a lot of twist and turns that will make it exciting. The identity of the killer is shocking. I wish I would take the time to write it, I know that people would love it if I ever get it done. I did mention I was single, I got close to marriage but my job got in the way. Women I have dated hate the fact that I am a trucker. It seems that the thought of being a part time boyfriend is not what they want. I was gone 2 to 3 weeks at a time and that was more than they could take. I have changed now. With being home every weekend maybe things will change. My perfect match would be with someone that knows or understands the trucking life, someone that is independant. Looks are not as importent as a great personality. My perfect match would be a lady in public and a little bit risque at home. I would not mind if she had different taste in music, I can listen to anything. I would like that she didn't mind my smoking, I want to quit but I am addicted. I don't drink but I am not concerned if she does, as long as she is not an problem drinker. Hopefully she is into sports as I am a life long sports fanatic. I love the Washington Redskins and Baltimore Ravens in football and the Washington Capitals in hockey. Nascar is another sport I love, and Joe Gibbs racing is my team. I guess when Joe Gibbs stopped coaching the Redskins and went to Nascar I followed him. I like to try new things so anything that she is into I would be willing to try. If you are interested hit the email button and lets start talking. I live in Delaware but there is nothing keeping me here so if I met the right one I would relocate. Well I can't think of anymore to say so enjoy my site and hope you will email me and tell me what you think of it. So Long.
The bright moon illuminated the white stripes on the highway, making for a long ride home. It had been four weeks since Charley Drake had been home. He was used to it though, having been in his profession for sixteen years. Trucking can be rough on a person because of all the long hours sitting behind the wheel, doing nothing but guiding your rig down the big roads of this great land. Charley takes good care of himself, working out whenever he finds the time. He is a handsome man. He stands six foot three and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds, not an ounce of fat on his body. He's the kind of guy that women lust for with his shoulder length light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Charlie's been married for the past fourteen years to a gorgeous lady named Rebecca (but don't call her anything other that Becky or she won't respond). Her long wavy blonde hair makes her the butt of many "Dumb Blonde" jokes, but she is a good sport about it; she knows she is anything but a dumb blonde. She is thirty-four years old, two years younger then Charley, and the years are starting to catch up with her. She is no longer hearing the cat calls she heard so many times before, but she is still a knock out. Having planned the vacation that the two of them are heading home to start, Charley drinks another sip of coffee trying hard to stay awake for what seems to be the longest ten miles of his life. Becky is in the sleeper watching a movie on the VCR as she does often late at night to battle the boredom. She has no idea what her husband is going through. They finally arrive at their home, a two story, five bedroom home built just for them by Charley's dad years ago when the first of their two children was born. Both go inside to rest for what will be a long day ahead of them.
Morning arises and it could not have been a better day--bright sunrise, birds chirping and not a cloud in the sky. Becky has been up for a while, and is in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of them. As Charley walks into the room he hears that she is on the phone talking to her mother. He kisses her on the cheek and reaches for the coffee pot to make himself his first cup of the day. As he is pouring he listens to the conversation continue, "Please make sure that Chris takes his medicine like he's supposed to. And have Robin do her chores." She is a nervous mother and she has not left her two children with anyone up until a year ago when Charley convinced her it would be all right for her to go on a trip with him. Giving the last instructions, she hangs up the phone and joins Charley at the table for breakfast. Charley says, trying to put his love's mind at ease: "They're in good hands. Your mother will take care of them." "I know," She responds. "I just can't help but think that something might go wrong." Charley raises his brow and asks the question he hopes he already knows the answer to, "We have been planning this trip for a long time, are you having second thoughts?" "No, no, no, I want to go more than anything. I'm just nervous. Let's just finish breakfast and leave before I change my mind." The couple hurriedly finished up their meal and headed upstairs to get the final things ready for the trip. Becky's dad, Clint, had been on a fishing expedition on a small island off the coast of Nova Scotia. When he returned home, the stories he told made the whole family desiring to go. Charley and Becky would be the first of the clan to go through with the plans. They would call Clint to take them from their home in Bridgeville, De. To BWI Airport just outside of Baltimore to catch a flight to Halifax International Airport in Enfield, Nova Scotia. From there they would take a cab to the motel that had been recommended by Clint, in a town outside the city limits. Once they checked into the motel they were to contact the man that Clint's fishing partners hired, a charter boat captain named Francis Green. It seemed to be the perfect plan. Everything was going right. The plane ride was enjoyable, nothing out of the ordinary, other then a little hassle by the customs officials at the airport. The excursion was going good. The couple made it to the hotel and checked in. The hotel was beautiful, and the two thought it looked like one in a fifties movie. The two felt they were in heaven. In their dreams they had never imagined it being this nice. Underrated by Clint, Becky couldn't wait to call home and let the family know just how great this place was. They walked the marble staircase up to their second floor room, once inside Charley headed straight for the phone to make the call to Francis to tell him of their arrival. "Hello, is Francis there?" "Please hold and I'll go get him." The voice on the other end sounded like a young boy, maybe his son. Charley was anxiously waiting for Francis to answer, a few minutes went by and a deep voice came on the phone. "Hello, this is Frank." "Hi Frank, I'm Charley Drake, Clint Simmons' son and law. I'm the one that is chartering your boat this week." "I see, I have been waiting for your arrival. Just let me know when you want me to be there to pick you up in the morning." The two of them talked for a half hour discussing the venture. It was getting late in the day so the couple decided to eat dinner at a restaurant recommended by her dad. After a fabulous meal the two retired to their hotel room for the night.
The alarm clock went off at five AM. Time to rise and shine. Charley was the first to wake and he gently shook his sweetheart on the shoulder to awaken her. As good as the meal was the evening before she felt a bit of an upset stomach. She told Charley about it and he responded, "Your probably nervous about our outing today, you'll be O.K. once we get going. Why don't you take a couple of aspirins and lets get ready. Frank said he'll be in the lobby to meet us at six." Hesitantly, she arose and proceeded to do her morning routine. At five forty-five the two lovebirds walked down to the front desk and asked the clerk if anyone had arrived for them. The Clerk asked, "No one has been in here this morning. Who are you waiting for?" "Francis Green," Charley responded. "Have you heard of him?" "Yes I have, in fact, there's his car pulling up out front." Both turned to get a glimpse and saw a shiny new white Ford Expedition pull into the driveway. Charley thought to himself, "Charter boat captains must be well paid." They walked towards the front door to meet the boat captain. The three exchanged greetings and then went over the itinerary. It is not what a normal couple would think of when thinking of a romantic get away, but for Charley and Becky it was the dream they had been waiting on for years. Being a truck driver, Charley has seen every part of the good old USA so Nova Scotia was the perfect vacation spot. Having two small children, the two had decided to hold off on a second honeymoon till the kids were old enough. The plan for the three was to board the boat and set sail for a little island about twenty miles southeast of Halifax. Once there they would stay in a bungalow, with island natives as their servants, and in the daylight hours they would go out on Frank's boat fishing and crabbing. This was the perfect plan for a couple that loved the outdoor life. Turning off the main road into a small harbor there are about twenty slips, all of them empty but three. The remaining boats were stunning. Some might think that they were looking at small yachts, about forty feet in length. Becky took pictures of them as Charley made comments on the names of the boats, " Home Wrecker, Georgia Peach, Harebrained, those are some colorful names, which one is yours?" "Well, my home was already wrecked before I bought the boat, and I have never been to Georgia, I guess that leaves me as Harebrained." Frank said with a sly look on his face. He pulled into a parking spot in front of his ship and the three unload their belongings onto the vessel. It wasn't long before they set sail. Frank had spent the night before aboard the boat getting everything ready for the voyage. They watched as the captain hoisted the anchor and soon they were off. Everything was going great and the two were really enjoying themselves as the ship began to pull away from the pier.
An hour into the cruise the boat began to sputter, the captain went to the back of the boat to investigate. Suddenly, there was an explosion. Floating in the clear blue waters Charley awoke amongst the shattered remains of what was once a beautiful charter boat. Dazed and confused he tried to get his bearings. When he realized what had happened he began frantically spinning around in the water and shouting out his wife's name, "Becky!!!! Becky!!!!" There was no response to his cries. He was weakened but his willpower gave him the strength to swim around looking for his loving wife. Soon the battered corpse of his love came into view floating lifelessly, still wearing the lifejacket that the captain had insisted she wear. Charley swam towards his sweetheart. The closer he got the more he could see. His worst thoughts became reality. Becky had perished. Her body had been ripped apart. The explosion had killed her and the captain. All the life rushed out of Charley that moment. He lost consciousness and floated with the currents heading nowhere any to quick.
The sunrise woke Charley. Weakened by the ordeal that had killed his wife, he lay on the beach unable to stand to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. Laying there waiting to die, the time seemed to go by slowly. Then the images of his two children come into focus and he came to the conclusion he had to live for them. Looking around for something to help give him the strength he'd need, an animal came into focus. A mean looking creature. It seemed to be circling its prey. Charley thought to himself that this behemoth was his doom. As the beast neared the trucker, he made his peace with God and prepared himself for death. The monstrous creature came closer and Charley could see what it was that was going to be his ultimate doom. A huge wolf, black and gray in color, which must've weigh a hundred and fifty pounds. He prayed to his maker that this beast would make quick work of his death. Reaching the tired trucker, the wolf started to lick him, Charley thought to himself that the wolf was tasting its next meal and it wouldn't be long before the gnawing began. Suddenly, the wolf turned and walked away, surprising the ship wrecked man. He wondered why the beast didn't eat him alive. A while later the wolf returned, making Charley thinks his time was near. The wolf was carrying something in its mouth as it made its way towards him. It looked as if the wolf was carrying a bunch of bananas. Charley wondered, "Why would it be carrying food?" The wolf put the fruit down beside the helpless trucker. Puzzled, Charley grabbed one of the bananas and ate it. The wolf saw his human friend was enjoying the fruit, so it took another out of the bunch and placed it on Charley's chest. Having had no one to talk to in days, Charley struck up a conversation with his new savior, "Well girl, I thought at first you were going to do me in. I thank you for saving my life. I wish there was a way someday that I might be able to help you. I guess I should give you a name. How about Tiger?" It seemed as if the wolf knew what Charley was saying. The beautiful animal put her head down on his lap as Charley talked and seemed to be listening to every word that he said.
Weeks went by and there was still no sign of any rescue attempt. Everyday Charley and Tiger would make the trek to the top of the only hill on the small desolate island. Day after day they caught no sight of anything except miles and miles of empty blue sea. The days were long and lonely. If it hadn't been for his faithful companion, the truck driver would no doubt be a basket case. "I can't believe that there hasn't been a search crew out this way," he said to Tiger. "Becky's dad had been out here before. I'm sure he has told someone where we are." Charley is getting more upset every passing day that no one has found him yet.
The sound of a motor boat filled the air awakening Charley as he from his sleep on the sandy beach, "I'm here, I'm here!!!!" He screamed out. Finally someone had come to rescue him. A rubber life raft was lowered from the larger boat and three men boarded it. With a pull of a rope a motor started sending the raft towards the island Charley had now named affectionately Rebecca Isle. As he waited for the good Samaritans to arrive, he shouted out, "Tiger!!!!" hoping to get his new friend ready for their journey home, having made the decision that Tiger was going home with him. The boat drew nearer and Charley gathered his belongings as the men climbed out of the rubber boat. "Stop!" He heard. As he turns to see what the commotion was, all three men had their weapons drawn. Charley was shocked. He thought the three men of the Royal Canadian Armed Forces had their guns aimed at him, but then realized where they were taking aim at. Tiger had come out of the woods and was trotting towards her friend. "Nooooooooooo!!!" Charley shouted at the top of his lungs as the guns went off. Tiger had made it four feet from him. The three rescuers had no idea that Tiger was an ally to the trucker and assumed she was attacking. He cried as Tiger laid dead, the animal that saved his life died and there was nothing he could do. Months had passed since his rescue. It was difficult helping his children cope with the loss of their mother. Charley had told the children of the wolf that saved his life, and now they all have a new found love of wolves. Needing to get back to work to support his family, he is getting ready to get back on the road and do the thing he knows best. Showing his homage to his departed wife and his savior, he has a friend paint a mural on the side of his big rig. Beside the painting of his long time love is a picture of a wolf and underneath is the saying, "In loving memory of my two favorite girls, Becky and Tiger. I love you and will miss you always."