I am taking a day or so out of my usual routine to visit the Mid-America Truck Show in Louisville. My first assignment at Hammock Publishing was to edit a trucking magazine and, though the title's no longer in our fleet, I've remained entranced and fascinated by the men and women who deliver most everything we have. And of course by the big rigs, large cars, semis, 18-wheelers, Freightshakers, Kennywoppers, Peterrods - the equipment. Some of them are highly decorated with lights, chrome and paint, and compete in "beauty shows."

So, I try to get to MATS every year, if only for a day. In my spare time, I currently write for the award-winning LandLine Magazine, and occasionally appear on its Sirius-XM radio show. Last Christmas, a group of folks from a local church sang some of my "Chromemas Carols" on the show - parodies set to the tunes of traditional Christmas songs like "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. I guess having songs on the radio qualifies me as a Nashville cat.

Trucks always make me feel better, and with spring just about here, I find that I need a good dose of a spring tonic. Dilbert, as always, describes my malady perfectly: