One of my fellow drivers, Virginia, one of 3 or 4 lady drivers, became quite friendly with me. The company maintained a fleet of 50 tractors, 45 Mack's and 5 Whites. Typically we worked from 6:00 AM to about 4:00 to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday. I rented a furnished mobile home in Orlando, as I was now home every night. It was a local job, hauling sand, lime rock and crushed stone, using dump trailers. Instead of returning to New York, I elected to try and find another trucking job in Florida, and secured one, just outside Orlando. After a couple of minor accidents, the company discharged me at the Orlando Terminal. I obtained training and was working for a trucking company that headquartered out of Orlando, Florida, and serviced the East Coast between Florida and Maine. In 1973, after 5 years of marriage, we had separated, partly due to my final admission and acceptance that I was gay. My wife and I had lived in New York State, where we both had grown up.
The names have been changed, primarily due to a lack of memory, however, the circumstances and 95% of the story is truth. This is a (mostly) true experience I had back in 1974.
