Truck Luck

Bruce Fish called me on his rotary phone (still uses this ancient medium...says it "keeps him honest") to give me an update.  I don't see him often in the winter, and his calls are very rare; let me paraphrase the details...

He has a new job; or at least new responsibilities.  Bruce Fish has been given a rural route garbage run.  He picks up trash in between Sharbot Lake and Parham.  The best part, and the part that he was excited about, was that he got to keep the truck at his place.  So he has been taking Rose and the baby to the Methodist Church in the garbage truck.  Says it "shocks the shit" outta the churchy types.  He laughed and said: "Don't worry Ollie I'll never let religion get in the way of my faith, but Rose she likes the Church".  Fair enough.

There's more.  He'd done such a good job on the garbage runs that the county let him moonlight on the Snowplough.  So he's been making some good dough.  Bruce Fish was abuzz.  He said that people flash their porch lights when he goes by with the plough, folks waves and honk too. 

Bruce Fish finished with this comment just before his typical abrupt hang-up, that I've gotten used too: "This truck luck is 'effin great.  Best part: people like me now".