I was driving between Jackson, MS and Birmingham, AL in a rented SUV with my college-aged daughter playing all the songs from the musical "Hamilton" on loop. I was thinking about an email I'd received earlier in the day; if I wanted to go and support migrants with MOAS, I'd need a three-month stretch of time. I felt I desperately wanted to go help people on the other side of the world, but I didn't have three months- I still had two of my kids at home to support, and a relatively new husband, not to mention the two dogs I'd acquired in the last year (yes, I'm one of those who picks up strays- human and furry).
We passed a sign that said LOCAL TRUCK ROUTE. I thought that would make a good name for a band. Then I thought about what it meant- trucks that need to come into a community route that direction, while those that don't must stay on the bypass. If you're not bringing something into the community, then don't put wear and tear on the roads and congestion on the local highways. Just pass by, go where you're headed. Instead of flying in halfway around the world and helping for a little while, why wouldn't I help right here where I live? And I used to be a writer, so why not write about it? Welcome to LOCAL TRUCK ROUTE.