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It was a nice, sunny, spring-like day, so I walked out the sidewalk to meet the trucker. We never exchanged names, but if he had introduced himself as “Paul Bunyan,” I would’ve had no problem believing him. Although his hair was graying, he was a tall, sturdy-looking fellow in a plaid flannel shirt, who, fortunately, wore a friendly smile as I asked if I could help him.