Over the past couple of weeks I have been contacted by writers for a couple of different magazines, the Financial Times in London and Yarn Forward in who knows where, for interviews about male knitting. I found it quite flattering that they would want to hear from me about the subject and did my best to answer their questions as best I could.

The Financial Times one is a proposed articnle that may or may not actually run in the magazine, but the Yarn Forward one is an article in the works although I don't yet know when it will run.
All in all I found it rather cool.

I am sitting in IA tonight on my way back from Cali. I am so glad to be out of there. I deliver in IL tomorrow morning and should head to the yaard from there to load for home.

Between high winds and snowstorms it's been a rough week for trucks. I've passed no less than a half dozen wrecked trucks between Cali and here. I feel for every one of those drivers, but they should have had enough sense to get off the road during the bad weather. High winds and trucks simply don't mix well.

I've stopped at a couple of taverns along my route, pretty much the same ones I stopped at on my out. It never ceases to surprise me when the bartenders ask about how my knitting projects are coming along. Tonight as soon as I sat down the cute little bartender asked how the alpaca vest is coming along. I was really surprised as I hadn't even taken my knitting out of the backpack yet (that's usually when they remember me). She actually recognized my ugly mug LOL.

The place I stopped at in WY was pretty much the same. The barkeep asked how my vest was coming along right off the bat. I guess a trucker knitting at the bar is unique enough to remember. That's cool though because it's nice to be so far from home and have people recognize you.

I got hit on by a gay guy tonight. Hardly the first time this has happened but he was a persistant asshole and started to piss me off a bit. At one point he said that his friend had cautioned him not to approach me because he thought I looked dangerous. At that point I was starting to get pissed that this guy was so persistant so I told him that his friend was right and it was probably a good idea if he went back and sat down with his friend before something happened that might cause me to go to jail and him to go to the hospital.

Most gay guys are ok with me, you tell them you don't swing that way and they leave you alone. This guy was just a jerk and I was a hair away from beating his ass for pestering me.  I think his friend could tell I was starting to get pissed because he came over and whispered something to the jerk that made him decide to go back to his seat on the other side of the bar. At least his friend was smart even if he wasn't. I found out a few minutes later that he had been accosting just about every male trucker in the place and had come close to getting pounded more than once.

Ah well such is life on the road. Some of it's good, some of it's tragic, and some of it just pisses you off. I wouldn't miss it for the world.