We moved in when I was about 10 y.o. The man across the street, Mac, owned several big rigs, and sometimes 2 or 3 would be parked at home. The man next door, Bill, drove for Mac. I spent my childhood riding around town with one of them all the time. Later, Bill owned a few trucks of his own, and helped me get my license, and hired me. 4 1/2 years later, Mac sold me one of his trucks and put me on as a sub-leaser to him. That lasted 12 years. Bill passed away a few years ago, and Mac passed last night. He was in his 80's I think. Over the years, whenever one of his drivers got cancer or whatever, and died, Mac always said "I'll be here forever. I'll out live 'em all."
Well, Mac, You did! Only the youngest ones of us are still here, and you didn't mean us anyway. You out lived 'em all! RIP Mac, you will be missed. I hope you have a shiny new Peterbilt up in heaven.
_________________ OK, I'm over it. Where's the beer? 
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