I’m an over the road driver.  Big rigs.  I drive from Seattle to Miami, and pretty much everywhere in between.  I’m usually out on the road four or five days at a time.  It was pretty hard when I was married.   But it’s OK when you’re by yourself.  Actually, I like to be out on the road, especially in the late evening.  You know, when the sky’s not completely dark yet.  Like there’s just this weird glow on the horizon.  And the promise of the night is just lying out there ready to be taken.  I like that.  Especially coming across the desert.  I’d drive only at night if they would let me.  Thing is, there’s all these rules.  Rules saying how long a day I can drive.  How long I have to go between being awake.  And you have to log everything.  You don’t log it, or they catch you lying, there goes your CDL.  I’d be flipping burgers.  So, what bothers me, is when I come into a town like this.  I can sleep in my cab, see?  That’s not a problem.  Only, I’m in town, right?  And I got the whole evening to kill.  Where am I going to go?  What it comes down to is, where can I park my rig?  What parking lot is big enough?  And that’s the shopping malls.  I come into town, some place with a lot of history, like Philadelphia, or someplace where it’s really happening, like Austin or Portland, and where do I spend all the free time I got?  A shopping mall.  And I don’t even like to shop.