Everyone told my mom my love for trucking was just a phase
By David A. Kolman, Senior Editor
I wonder how different my life would be had my family been in the trucking business.
I turned 18 in 1976, and before my birthday could even cool off I’d had one too many arguments with my father. So out the door I went with just an old sleeping bag, a Boy Scout backpack full of canned goods and 5 cents in my pocket.