I am in Portland, OR tonight and it is raining. I have been in snow for a few weeks now. I am really not sure which is worse. Ok, I am just bitching about the weather. What's wrong with a nice sunny day?

I am at the Jubitz truck stop, one of the world's premier truck stops. Everything one could ask, hotel, fine dining (more or less), bar, movie theater, etc. A grand place all around.

I spent a couple of hours in the bar drinking beer before bringing some BBQ chicken wings back to my truck. I had a pretty good time, except for the trying time spent talking to a railroader who didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

One lady trucker had a very nice American pit bull dog that was a joy. It was very friendly and I had a good time petting it and putting it through the tricks she had taught it. I was impressed by how clean the dog was as it didn't have any trace of that "dog smell" to it at all.

There was one guy who was a bit of a jerk (besides the railroader), but in any bar there always is. He and I butted heads for a moment but after I gave him my "thousand yard stare" and told him to back the hell off of me, I didn't have any more trouble from him. My eyes have always bothered people for some reason I have never really understood, but I have learned to use it to my advantage.

I ate my chicken wings in my truck and filled a Peterson with some Bishop's Move tobacco. Ahhhh, what could be finer?

Tomorrow morning I will deliver this stupid highway sign and associated parts and be done with this load. Who knows what is next?