One Mile at a Time

I was born in Bellingham, Washington. As time went by, we moved around from state to state. As a boy, the farm was fun, but going to work with my dad in his truck was some of the best times of my life. As I got older and finished school, I joined the army, and then my journey began. First, I went overseas and had the time of my life, but missing home and my mom’s cooking after years went by, I decided it was time to go home. But before I went home, I made a stop in Tennessee after getting out of the army and I worked in a bar for a year. Then I went off to Louisville to join the Army National Guards and join the fire department to start following my father’s footsteps in driving a truck.