When I was five, the thing I wanted most for Christmas that year was a K-Tel record titled 24 Great Truck Drivin’ Songs. God only knows why.
My favorite song on the album was “Convoy” by C.W. McCall. I loved the thought of all those lonely trucks rumbling through the night and banding together to form a outlaw truck community. I listened to that song again and again. My poor mother. (Sorry, mom!).
Here’s the chorus:
After my post yesterday where I talked about being a little scared of the FTU, I was thrilled to learn that there are tons of people who feel the same way! As I imagined all of us scaredycats finding each other at the cocktail reception, banding together so we wouldn’t be by ourselves, it dawned on me that we are like the convoy. Strength in numbers!
I hope you decide to join our convoy. I’ll be wearing a red dress (one of the outfits I got at Lodekka in Portland). Still figuring out the rest of my outfits 😉
If you start telling me about your elite status/asking about mine, I will run away from you!
And if you want to buy me a drink, I am a scotch on the rocks kind of girl. Or a beer. I’ll always drink a beer.