Saturday, June 23, 2018

Okie Eye Talian

Pete's Place in Krebs, Oklahoma has been cooking up Italian food since 1925.  We've passed the place a few times but had never stopped in.  Well, as luck would have it, last we were stranded overnight in the area and needed food.  Ed decided it was time to try Pete's.

We were led to our table, which turned out to be in its own private room.  We learned that Pete's Place had twenty-seven private dining rooms.  Kinda cool, but a little weird to be sitting alone in a room.  No people watching.  No activity.  No window. 

Not that I don't love spending time with my handsome husband, but I am three feet from him virtually twenty-four hours a day.  I like the atmosphere of a restaurant when we go out and this was, well, just odd. Please forgive the terrible picture - I didn't notice the glaring light until after I uploaded the pictures.

The menu was pretty straightforward, nothing fancy.  Although, Lambfries was something new to me.  I didn't even ask what they were because I don't like lamb, so I knew I wouldn't be trying them, but when I was writing this post, I Googled them.  Holy lamb balls!  I'm SO glad I didn't feel adventurous enough to try lamb that day.  Because, uh, the menu doesn't mention anything that would remotely tell you what they really are. Just eww.
You'll notice at the top of the menu, it states that all the entrees are served family style and include Spaghetti, Meatballs, Ravioli, Salad, Anti-Pasta Plate (um, it's antipasto), and Garlic Bread.
Every entree. 

So if you order a steak, or chicken parm, or fried chicken, or any of their main dishes, you're going to get salad and bread, an antipasto plate, spaghetti and meatballs, and ravioli.  Um, that's a meal in itself.

But, when in Rome...

We ordered a chicken parmesan and a lasagna and got all of the above.  The antipasto plate had 4 pieces of cheese, 4 green olives, and 2 pepperoncini.  The spaghetti and meatball platter had enough spaghetti for two people to have a generous serving and two meatballs.  And on the side of that platter were two homemade ravioli.

We had a small portion of everything and took most of the food home with us.  The salad was plain iceberg lettuce with their own dressing - a light, sweet dressing that turned out to be soy oil, apple cider vinegar, salt, and spices.  I grew up on eating iceberg lettuce salads and still love it, the crisp crunch of it, and this dressing was surprisingly good.  I couldn't place what it was and would have never guessed apple cider vinegar.  They sell bottles of it in the lobby if you're inclined to take some home.

I thought the meatballs were delicious, but I wasn't thrilled with the flavor of the sauce that was on everything else.  The spaghetti was the standard thick spaghetti, I prefer thin.  The ravioli were meat filled, which I don't like, and the homemade dough was thick and well, doughy.  And the lasagna was meat-only lasagna, no ricotta, no mozzarella.  I put meat in my lasagna but always include the cheeses and prefer it that way.

The guy who started the place is from Italy and I wondered where since different regions prepare some of the same dishes in different ways - I thought that might be why they served meat ravioli and meat-only lasagna.  It turns out he was from the Campania region, where my family is from, but his style of cooking those items was definitely different.  Maybe it was just how his family made them.  Who's to say?


Overall, I wouldn't say the food was bad, but I can't say it was that great either.  
Oh, I'm sure it's just fine for Krebs, Oklahoma (or most of Oklahoma for that matter) but it wasn't what I would consider great Italian food.  

There are a few other Italian places in town (which are connected to the family that runs Pete's - there were a few marriages between the families through the years) that I think we'll try next time we're in town. 

They are The Isle of Capri (WARNING:  the yellow font on their website might give you a seizure) and Roseanna's, which I will definitely try because they have gnocchi on the menu!

And like we did this time, we'll make a stop at Lovera's to pick up a few must-haves.  This visit I picked up cheese, biscotti, pizzelle, and for our dessert, cannoli!  They were delicious!




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2017: After I Stop Laughing
2016: Manly Ribs
2015: My Brush With Nature
2014: Dear Summer,
2013: I Wrote This After A Day Of Doing Nothing, Sitting On My Ass, While I Watched TV  
2012: The Beautiful Strangler
2011: Art Enables Us To Find Ourselves And Lose Ourselves At The Same Time
2010: Even God Can’t Help Men
2009: My President’s House
2008: Don’t Give Up Hope If You Just Don’t Know What You Want To Be When You Grow Up, You Have Choices
2007: Alright, Mr. DeMille, I’m Ready For My Close Up
2006: Stone Magnolia
2005: Fitty Nine!!!

Friday, June 22, 2018

Bull Riding Inside The Big Mac

It was a dreary, rainy day in but I still managed to get a shot of the prison rodeo rider as we traveled US-270 into McAlester, Oklahoma.  You see it and say, "Whaaattt?"

Well, that bull-riding prisoner is a nod to the Oklahoma State Penitentiary Prison Rodeo

Started in 1940, with a few breaks for World War II and an inmate uprising in 1970, the rodeo was held every summer until 2009.  By 2010, staff shortages and lack of funds to repair the rodeo stadium brought the rodeo to an official end.


There was some talk in 2015 about bringing the rodeo back, but so far nothing has moved forward and it might have something to do with the animal abuse allegations.

Whatever the reason, the inmates in OSP are no longer riding bulls.  It's probably a good idea to limit the aggressive activities of inmates.  Perhaps OSP should consider a knitting group.




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2017: 
Thirty And Eight Twenty

2016: Saturday's Child Works Hard For A Living
2015: Along The Shores Of The Unpredictable Cat
2014: I Think I Saw A Nimbostratus
2013: Ed Breaking Bad In The Lap Pool
2012: View From The Bridge
2011: Small Place, Big Flavor
2010: La Vita è Bella 
2009: He Looks Much Better Here Than On The Penny
2008: One Of The Few Places In Iowa NOT Under Water
2007: We Need A Manager On Register Three Please!
2006: Mobile Misses

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

A Reason To Go Around The Bend

After traveling in southeastern Oregon last week and eastern Oregon this week, I can confidently say the only part of Oregon I like is the eastern third of the state.  From Hood River, east.  From Bend, east.  From Sisters, east.  From Klamath Falls, east.  The coast is beautiful, the higher elevation mountains are beautiful, but have you ever driven from Bend to Burns?  Oh.  My.  God.  Horrid.

We went from Bend to Burns to McDermitt, the can-you-even-call-it-a-town? town on the Oregon-Nevada state line.  I thought I wasn't going to make it out of the state without crying.  And then I had to drive through Nevada.  It was truly a slit-my-wrists moment.

And let me tell you, for a truck, Bend may as well be Manhattan.  No parking.  No truck stops.  No stores with easy access.  Nothing.  Not a damn thing.  We considered having dinner there but couldn't find a place to park.  And even if we wanted to eat in our truck, there wasn't a slice of land to pull into.  And for a small town, the traffic was insane.  WTF??

Usually, we have no problem finding a place to park, even if it means slipping in behind a grocery store or a Home Depot, but unless I completely missed something while I was scouring the aerial map, there wasn't a thing. 

Then I got kinda pissed.  You know, these communities need trucks to bring them all the shit they're buying, eating, selling, wearing, etc.  This is one of those places where a trucker gets all indignant and wants to boycott bringing goods to the town.  Where they write letters to heads of local government telling them they wouldn't exist without trucks.  I usually don't get all heated about that subject.

But in Bend?  That's exactly how I felt.  And I'm pretty sure I'll never go back.  And at the twenty-one cents a mile we have to pay for road tax while in the state, I'd rather stick to the coast. 




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2017: 
Resting In The Open Range

2016: Dinner On A Stick
2015: The Good Deeds Of Summer
2014: The Mountain Was Out
2013: Small Town Bullshit. Big City Nothing.
2012: She’s Political Coming And Going And Doesn’t Even Know It
2011: Old As She Was, She Still Missed Her Daddy Sometimes
2010: Crafty Little Bugger
2009: Beauty For A Buck
2008: What My Thoughts Sound Like When Left Uncensored And Ultimately, Formed Into Words
2007: New York Style
2006: I.H.O.P.G.
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Out To The Pacific

These photos were taken from the Deception Pass Bridge that connects Fidalgo Island and Whidbey Island in the state of Washington.  The photo above is looking west, out into the Strait of Juan De Fuca, the Salish Sea's outlet to the Pacific Ocean.  Someday I'd like to be at water level to get a picture of the actual bridge - this is the best I've gotten over the years.

The photo below is looking east, into Puget Sound.  The small island was named by Charles Wilkes, an American Naval Officer, who named it Hautboy after a variety of strawberry he found on the island.  It is now known as Strawberry Island
The weather was GORGEOUS.  I wish we could have stayed the entire weekend!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~2017: Feeding Time For Dad

2016: May The Best Friend Win
2015: 140 Characters Just Doesn't Cut It
2014: Wyoming In June
2013: I Will Not Be Decaffeinated 
2012: Sweeeeeeet
2011: Summer On The Farm
2010: This Should Be The Next “New Parent” Handbook
2009: Would You Like A Little Screech To Go With Your Whine?
2008: Jane’s Anatomy
2007: Plus People Are Here To Stay
2006: Baiting The Hook
2005: Purgatory

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Thank You For Your Courage

My father died 12 years ago but it doesn't feel like it was that long ago.  I think about him a lot, have things I'd like to ask him, photos I'd like to share with him.  I'd love to hear his voice again.  I had a voice message recording on my cell phone before he died but it was automatically deleted by the system.  I was devastated.

This photo was taken in November 1968 in our kitchen in the Bronx.  My father was wearing his blue post office uniform shirt.  My brother, as you can see, was only 2 months old.  I was 14 months old.  And yes, I was always that happy.  And my father was always amazing.

My brother now has three boys and I'm thankful he gets to spend today with them.  And I hope other fathers out there are taking the time to be with their kids and appreciating these fleeting moments.  They really are precious.

To all the men out there who have taken on the role of dad - Happy Father's Day!

As Barack Obama, and others in similar fashion, have said, "Any fool can have a child.  That doesn't make you a father.  It's the courage to raise a child that makes you a father."



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2017: 
Live Bait

2016: Love County
2015: Razorback Storm
2014: Go About Three Miles And Turn Left At The Rocket
2013: Puffy And Distorted 
2012: A Woman’s Work Is Never Done
2011: Old Timey Road Trip
2010: Are You Ready For Some Football?!
2009: Hangin’ In The Sea Cave
2008: Weekend In Wyoming
2007: Ready For Nautical Knots
2006: Australia Isn’t Far Enough Away For These Bitches To Hide
2005: Texas Suicide

Friday, June 15, 2018

Play Two Credits

This is my favorite slot machine of all time - the Double Diamond Deluxe.  Known as a straight slot or flat top slot machine, it's pretty basic.  Three reels, one payline, one jackpot, no extra crazy bells and whistles.  It's a classic old-school slot machine and I look for this particular machine in any casino I go to.  There's usually one, even if it's tucked away in the back.  I'll play quarters or dollars but I prefer the dollar machine, like this one.  And I always play the max bet.

I'm not really much of a gambler, but I do like a happy slot machine.  I also don't really know how to play any of the tables games - blackjack, craps, roulette.  Oh, I know how to get to 21 in blackjack, but the strategizing and the math stresses me out.  That's Ed's game and he usually wins enough for us to get a hotel room and have dinner.  I usually just pass time on "my" slot machine while he's off winning money elsewhere.

I've gotten lucky in the past, winning over $700 one time and $2,500 another.  The $2,500 win was awesome since I only sat down with $20.  I totally scored on that one.

Here you can see I'm up to $2,104 dollars.  I started my play with $100.  At one point, I was up to $2,400 dollars!  I should have cashed out and left at that moment.  Let's just say I didn't end my night with $2,400.  But I sure had fun!

Long live the one-armed bandit!



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2017: 
Whale Or Mermaid?

2016: There's A Steak Sandwich Waiting At The Intersection Of 82 And 83
2015: I Have Turned Into My Mother
2014: Ed Drops A Bomb
2013: Guarding The Life Of My Eddie
2012: Crash Test Dummy
2011: No Fudd Found Near This Fountain
2010: The Very Thoughtful Man
2009: SPAM: Not The E-mail Kind
2008: How Casting A Memory Begins With A Fish
2007: A Weekend At The End Of The Rainbow
2006: If I Were In People Magazine
2005: Free Mudflap

Thursday, June 14, 2018

High Roller

We arrived at the T/A in Sparks, Nevada just in time for lunch.  

I handpicked our spot at the back of the lot because, unbeknownst to Ed, after we were done with lunch I had a plan to visit my favorite slot machine at the Western Village casino, which is adjacent to the lot and a short walk away.

We did go to the casino and I quickly located my favorite machine, the Double Diamond.  Ed headed to the blackjack table.

I was offered a player's card which I usually don't get but the lady made it so easy I accepted.  When I went to check on my player's card balance later in the evening, I must have dumped so much money into the machine that the front desk manager came out and started to chat me up.  I thought he was just being nice, which he was, but he offered to comp us a room for the night.  I looked at Ed, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why not?"

So we stayed at The Western Village Inn for the night.  It's not my normal caliber of hotel, but the beds were made with crisp white bedding and four pillows each (they only had a room with two queen beds available) and the decor was high-end 1980s.  It was clean and quiet, which was perfect since we'd only be sleeping for one night.  The photo above shows the view from our third-floor room.  Just beyond the end of the parking lot, you can see the truck stop.  Lovely, dontcha think?

I hope you can hear the sarcasm and humor in my voice when I say this...

It pays to be a high roller.



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2017: Eighty Years In The Big Apple
2016: I've Still Got It
2015: It's Peony Season
2014: The Long Haul Home Stretch
2013: The Power Is Everywhere
2012: A Patchwork Of Farms
2011: Dwarfed
2010: Kansas Needs A Few Other Representatives
2009: Something’s Afoot
2008: The Color Of Aging
2007: Ahhhhhntipasto
2006: The Great Equalizer
2005: Almost My Town

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Well Below Zero

This week we were scheduled to pick up a Praxair Cryogenic Vessel from a cryogenic equipment manufacturer in Sparks, Nevada.  Often called a cryotank or cryogenic tank, these vessels are used to transport and store cryogenic liquids.  

Gasworld.com gives a brief introduction to these tanks and says, "Cryogenic liquids such as liquid oxygen (LOX), liquid argon (LAR), and liquid nitrogen (LIN) are typically transported and stored as liquids because more product can be transported when the product is in liquid form.  Cryogenic tanks & trailers are used to transport and store "the gas in its liquid form. Since the tanks are produced to store the liquefied gas, at -196ºC or below, they are designed like large, oversized ‘Thermos’ bottles, because even a small amount of heat inlet will return the products to their gaseous state."

We arrived at 6 a.m. as requested, and checked in at the shipping office.  We sat for a while before a worker retrieved the vessel we were expected to haul.  Ed was outside preparing the trailer for loading.  

Prior to pick-up, we were sent a document showing exactly how the tank was to be loaded and secured.  This information is very helpful when the customer expects a certain type of securement and with the visuals in the document, leaves little room for error.  I wish more shippers would provide guidelines like these when they have a specific need.

In this photo, Ed is shown standing in front of the tank after it was lowered onto the trailer.  

Once they set it on the trailer and Ed took additional measurements, he realized it was going to be too tall to fit under our sliding tarping system.  

We were told the tank dimensions were 96" tall by 16' long.  
We accepted the load because 96" would fit easily in our trailer which has an interior height of 104", but the tank wasn't 96" tall and no matter how it was positioned, it didn't fit.  

Unfortunately, sometimes this happens and when it does, we regrettably cannot move the load.

After speaking to the agent, it was agreed upon that we would submit what's known in our industry as a TONU - Truck Order Not Used - the customer ordered a truck but the shipment didn't happen.  Whether it was canceled unexpectedly or, as in this case, was unable to be loaded for some other reason, we would need to be paid for our time, miles driven, fuel used, etc.  The TONU for this load would cover the fuel we used to get to the pickup location and would give us a little cushion until our next load.


So what was supposed to be a load to Oklahoma, turned into an unexpected day off for us. 

I see a trip to Reno in our immediate future. 




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2017: Climbing To The Island In The Sky
2016: Just Another Day In America
2015: Five Fabulous Foodie Finds
2014: And Just Like That, It Happens
2013: The Midday Bird Got The Worm
2012: Keeping Time In A Place That Goes From Salty To Sweet In Less Than A Mile
2011: Pride Of The United States Air Force
2010: The Dinosaur Rears Its Ugly Head
2009: Kidnapping Is Obviously Not Their Forte
2008: Eddie Friday On Ice
2007: Having Influence Where It Matters
2006: MacGyver To The Rescue
2005: The Weekend

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Good Samaritan Stops On His Way To The Brothel

Riding along Interstate 80 east of Sparks, Nevada I suddenly lost power.  The truck just died.

Thankfully, there was an exit just ahead and I was able to coast off the highway.  Of course, the exit turned out to be one of those hairpin-turn kinds of exits, and I didn't want to slow too much because I needed the momentum, so I just held on and kept rolling.  Because I had no power, I also didn't have 
power steering and had to use all of my upper body strength to turn the wheel. It was like driving a building.   Luckily the exit was mostly downhill, which helped, and I was able to come safely to a stop.  

The road, like most of this area of Nevada, was more desolate than usual.  It appeared to be an exit to nowhere.  There wasn't a soul in sight.  


Well, until Spencer showed up.

He was in his late sixties, with a craggy face and tattoos, wearing a black cowboy hat, boots, a pinkie ring, and a t-shirt that said 
"All Lives Matter. Except ISIS. Fuck those guys."

He immediately offered Ed his help, which Ed politely declined.  He hung around anyway, giving old man advice.  Ed can fix anything, so I knew we'd be up and running in no time at all.  I was right.  Turned out to be something with the fuel filter - it wasn't getting enough fuel, or had air in it, or something like that.  We weren't there long enough for me to care about the details.

Spencer eventually waved goodbye and said he was on his way to "the whorehouse".  He had never been there and decided since he was old and his health was failing, it was time for him to check it out. 

Look out, ladies!  



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2017: Reading Material
2016: Cough Cocktail
2015: 7 Great Travel Related Magazines
2014: Frozen
2013: Working Man And Walking Man
2012: I’m Too Thrifty For My Shirt, Too Thrifty For My Shirt, So Thrifty It Hurts

Monday, June 11, 2018

Crooked High

This is the trunk railroad bridge over the Crooked River in Terrebonne, Oregon.  It can be viewed from the Peter Skene Ogden State Scenic Viewpoint on Route 97.

There is parking for big rigs and regular vehicles and the signage warns people to stay with their children and not to let their dogs out of their cars, as many have died going over the edge.  The cliff drops straight down, over 300 feet.

The bridge I took this photo from - called the Crooked River High Bridge - was being used by people who were bungee jumping off of it.  Crazy!  You can see more photos and a short video in my Instagram post.



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2017: Yesterday's Score
2016: Wreck Me
2015: The Lure Of Lake Life
2014: 81% Of The Time, It's Not Our Fault
2013: Twenty-Four Hours Of Poutine

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Tent City

When we left the Jubitz Travel Center, we headed southeast across Oregon, toward Nevada.  When we exited the interstate onto U.S. 26, we saw this setup of tents right off the main road.  On the sidewalk, actually.  I seemed to notice more homeless in the Portland area than I usually notice while traveling through the country.

I noticed a lot of these homeless looking camps in the area.  Along the Columbia River, there were a lot of people in tents.  Some of those looked intentional, but one or two were all makeshift looking as if it were a homeless person's spot.  One even had a wheelchair parked outside of it, next to a bicycle.  Which in itself is weird - if you're in a wheelchair, can you ride a bike?

I know this is going to sound terrible, but if I lived in this area, I wouldn't be happy to drive by this eyesore every day.  This cluster of tents, on US-26, was in Troutdale, Oregon in Multnomah County.

I was reading that the Portland area has made efforts to reduce the homeless population, even at one time having a goal of being a zero-homeless city. 

Every two years, in January, counties across the country conduct a one-night count of people living in shelters and outside - on a single night in 2017, "The number of people experiencing homelessness in Oregon was 13,953. Forty-three percent or

5,986 were sheltered, and 57% or 7,967 were unsheltered."



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2017: 
The Geese Are Golden At This Place

2016: Mama's Boys
2015: Even The Lure Of A Diamond Can't Get Me Outside
2014: Muddy Waters Isn't Just A Blues Musician
2013: Bonne Nuit Et Au Revoir Montréal
2012: Country Comes To The Windy City
2011: Avslappnande
2010: Fellagiarism: Stealing Fellatio Techniques
2009: The View From Cap Sante
2008: Highway 333 Fishing Shack
2007: Summer Lovin’
2006: Clowning Around
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

Trucking And Two-Stepping Where Two Rivers Meet

In Ed's 20 years of driving and my 12 years, with both of us traveling all over the United States and in the Pacific Northwest more times than I can count, we have never, ever, been to the Jubitz Travel Center in Portland, Oregon.

I don't know how that happened, but this weekend we fixed that mistake.

We needed to get the truck worked on and Ed found a Freightliner that happened to be on the same road as the Jubitz, so we decided to head down there from Yakima, where we had delivered our last load.  When Ed told me there was a hotel at the truck stop I immediately said, "Nope.  No way."

He said, "Why?" 

"Because hotels at truck stops, with the exception of Little America, are always shitholes."

"I'm sure it's fine," he said.

"No.  It's impossible.  It's called The Portlander Inn.  It's probably the equivalent of a Knight's Inn."

I knew we'd be arriving late, and I wasn't in the mood to walk into a room that smelled like a cigarette-smoking trucker, so I told Ed we'd probably have to find something else.

Well, I'm here to tell you I was wrong.  Turns out The Portlander Inn was quite nice. 

Definitely a budget hotel by my standards - very simple furnishings, polyester bedspread, no-name bathroom amenities - but clean, convenient, and staffed by insanely friendly people.  Even that late at night.

The hotel has a free shuttle that will take you anywhere within five miles of the hotel.  We called from the Freightliner and they immediately came out to pick us up.  The security guard driving the van was friendly and the van was spotless.  We checked in quickly, took showers, and went to bed.
The next morning we got up and had breakfast in their 24-hour restaurant, the Cascade Grill.  It was delicious.
The Jubitz has been around since 1952, but it's tucked away off of I-5, close to the Portland International Airport and not far from the banks of the Columbia River.  In fact, we came in from the east, on Interstate 84, and I took the exit for Marine Drive, which runs right along the Columbia River past several houseboat communities, marinas, parks, and the airport (a plane was landing as I rode alongside it).  It was a pretty little drive although I was told by our waitress that it's a treacherous road in the winter.
We always go to the T/A south of Portland, in Aurora, because it's immediately off of I-5.  From now on though, the Jubitz is definitely going to be my stop.  No wonder so many people talk about it!

They have everything you'd expect to find at a large truck stop - 300 parking spots, a 24-hour convenience store, showers, driver lounge, truck scales.  But they don't stop there.

 In addition to the beautiful restaurant...
 There's a postal center...
There's a casual deli and a movie theater showing new movies using state-of-the-art digital projection and surround sound.  Stadium seating, for six bucks!
There's a laundromat that offers drop-off service if you're interested in other people washing your chonies.  I like to do my own laundry, which I always seem to have plenty of, so this was a real plus.
And it wasn't like a typical truckstop with only a few machines, this was a real laundromat.  I did one load and was done washing and folding in ninety minutes.
There's a shoe repair place that fixes all things leather in addition to selling cowboy boots.  There's a hair salon & barber shop, a shop selling insurance, and right in the same lobby area, a lubricant and oil sales counter.
There are plenty of places to sit, tables with electrical outlets beside them for computer work, more bathrooms than you'll ever need, and everything, with the exception of what's in the driver services building - fuel islands, driver's lounge, c-store, and truck service center across the street - everything is under one roof.  Take a look at their campus map.  Oh, they even have a dog wash!
There's a small area housing the Pacific Northwest Truck Museum - check out this story about the free mud flaps Jubitz used to give out.  What a great idea!
The American Success Story sign in the photo below tells the story of Moe Jubitz.  It reads, “In the spring of 1939, the United States struggled to emerge from the Great Depression, war was brewing overseas, and a new Yale College graduate named Monroe A. “Moe” Jubitz turned down offers to pitch for the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees to return home to Portland, Oregon.

At first, Moe tried different jobs and spent his summers hiking the tallest peaks in Europe.  He got his first taste of the trucking industry a few years later at Wilhelm Trucking, where he did just about everything except drive trucks.

With the knowledge gained at Wilhelm Trucking, Moe left in 1952 to start his own business – Fleet Leasing, Inc.  In 1958, with business booming and space limited, Moe moved the company to 2 ½ acres of land in North Portland and Jubitz Truck Stop was born.

Moe spent the next 44 years listening to customers’ feedback and giving them a reason to call Jubitz the World’s Classiest Truck Stop.  Innovations like sparkling clean facilities, live country and western music, paved parking with striped parking slots, trucker-sized towns, customer incentive programs, good food, and a courteous staff would distinguish Jubitz from the competition and help grow the truck stop from its humble beginning to the 26-acre-plus, full-service destination of today.
They even have entertainment!  The Ponderosa Lounge & Grill sits at the end of the main building and is Portland's biggest and best country western bar.

They have live music every weekend featuring local, regional, and national talent.  And if the wall of celebrity country stars - Keith Urban, Brad Paisley, Jo Dee Messina, Travis Tritt, Chely Wright, and more - is any indication, they've offered some excellent entertainment over the years.  

The lounge just had a very expensive renovation and is beautiful.  Full-service bar, pool tables, dance floor, stage.
 I was very impressed with the entire operation and I'll definitely be returning.  In fact, this is going to be my only Portland stop from now on.  And the next time I'm here, I'm checking out the entertainment in the lounge.  I might even get in on the Country-Western dance lessons.  It's been way too long since I've done a Texas Two-step!



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2017: 
Summer Riding Fever

2016: People Who Live In Glass Houses Can Safely Click Links
2015: We've Got A $3 Million Dollar View, Too.
2014: Stripes On Ice
2013: Boy's Eye View
2012: Clear As The Blue Of The Indiana Sky
2011: Puttin’ On The Ritz
2010: Even Prisoners Get Bread And Water
2009: Hidden Fluff
2008: It’s Time For One Of These Again
2007: They Called My Name And Clutched The Collar Of My Shirt With Their Evil Cheese Stuffed Fingers
2006: Marlin Perkins Must Live In The Neighborhood
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.