From Wendy Parker, Overdrive:
He looked like sunshine and smelled like Old Spice and Marlboro cigarettes, and he was a big deal to me. He was tall and slim and wore his jeans creased. He had a tattoo of a lady on his arm and he exuded a confidence and level of experience that was palpable in the air around him. He spent a large part of his adult life fighting for the rights of the independent owner-operator, and if I haven’t mentioned it yet, he was a big deal to me.
Jim Johnston passed on Monday. Cancer came and finally took him away. We didn’t visit or see Jim when he was sick, and I’m glad of it. I want to remember Mr. Johnston just like he was the last time we saw him – looking like one of those old dudes at the truck stop who could punch a hole through a brick wall.