I took junior out when he was maybe 11.
Not the first time, but the most memorable.
I ran a load of auto parts from Detroit to Dallas and dropped dead in the bunk.
Back when you had to pull in every few hours & call to update your location.
I woke up to a conversation between junior & a security guard about being parked in a lot adjacent to where I delivered.
Junior was saying, "We ran all the way from Michigan, so my dad was really tired.
But he'll wake up pretty soon and we'll be leaving.
That was the day I instructed him on responding with the shortest possible answers, using the fewest possible syllables.
And responding with a question rather than an answer whenever practical. ;-)
We also laid over during a weekend on that run.
We spent that night in a pretty nice hotel, nice pool n whatnot, and when we didn't get out the next day I told junior that we could either live another night in the lap of luxury or go to Six Flags and stay in the truck.
That was my first time on a wooden roller coaster :bounce: ...
MY BACK STILL HURTS!!!
And junior still lives by the motto, "Think fast and talk slow". :winking: