Maybe It Was The Traffic

I like to drive.

It’s how I got here.

I left Indiana following high school graduation in 1970 behind the wheel of my 1958 Ford big window pickup. Planning to drive all the way to Alaska for a pipeline job, I ran short of money in Montana, got a job with an outfitter in Cooke City, and thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

I sold the pickup that fall to a guy who worked road construction. He wrecked the truck shortly thereafter and it became fill on the Beartooth Highway.

After a short stint in college in Indiana I purchased a 1965 Ford stepside pickup and drove back to Montana, a three-day driv...