I was relaxing at home one day(as usual) when Johnny arrived in the Huisache rig.
“Wanna go to New York with me?”, he asks.
“What? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious.”
I was so excited to get rid of my boredom.
I went to ask our Mother if it’d be okay. “Will you be alright, Mom?”
“Go if you want”.
On the spur of the moment, I decided to go.
Johnny was taking a load of watermelons.
Along the way, we made a drop in Philadelphia, Pa.
We stopped in Bordentown, N.J. truck stop, before going on to Hunt’s Point in the Bronx.
This blog goes way back to the inner recesses of my mind’s memory.
I’m really tryin’ to remember details.
From our beginning @ Albores Courts.
Our Mother, along with our relatives the Guzmán family moved into this government subsidized housing project from the time they were originally built, possibly the early ’50s.
Life during this time was basically carefree. Working class families doing their best to provide for their families.
We had quite a lot of characters at Albores.
Some examples are:
Don Lupe & his wife Emilia.
Don Lupe sold fruits & vegetables to make a living.In between his gigs, he’d get smashed drunk on beer. Emilia, like a good wife put up with him.
The kids, little rascals we were, would board his truck when we knew Don Lupe had fruit on it.
We enjoyed Rrriiipppin’ him off from plums, grapes, oranges,tangerines,apples,. peaches,pears, strawberries, etc.
Smart kids that we were, we’d stake lookouts.We’d wait til Don Lupe was DrUnK to his ass, before we snuck onto his truck.
Sometimes we’d do it the easy way & ask Doña Emilia for Don Lupe. She’s unknowingly tell us he was asleep. Sometimes we’d
ask her straight out, “is he drunk,again?”
She’s say yes, & we’d give the signal to the others.
Don Lupe would sometimes wake up after being told by Doña Emilia. Ha!
He’d go ballistic! Yellin’ like a madman, “Ey! huercos! Abajensé de esa Troca!”
Sometimes Don Lupe would threaten to shoot us with his .22 pistol. He did once, we ran like the wind.
“Yes, Don Lupe, as soon as we take all your fruit, we will”.
Johnny began truck driving from a young age, probably 16-17 years.
Johnny would ride shotgun learning the ropes from career truckers, some which were our father’s aquaintances or friends.
Old school Truckers who used their monikers instead of their actual names.
Handles such as: El Pepino & La Chalupa. Pablo Garcia used his.
Whenever people heard their handles,they usually knew which truckers.
Johnny often spoke about his learning experiences, travels, & places he’d been.
Also talked about the harrowing, dangerous highways & interstates throughout the U.S.
The mountains & passes he went through.
Johnny would say the only way he learned was by actual experience.
He drove all types of eighteen wheelers. Johnny drove for many trucking companies.