It has been a long time since I have heard those words and it puts a grin on my face thinking of the days of the CB radio.  Back when Smokey and the Bandit was playing in the movies and country music pounded out trucking songs hit after hit.

To talk on the CB first you had to give your self a “handle” to go by, my first one was the “Pepsi Queen” and the one after that was “The Virgin Lollipop”.  And I still remember my calling numbers of KATZ 0060, or it was something real close to that anyway.

I met a good amount of good folks on the CB and on certain Saturday nights all the CBer’s would meet at a local nightclub for a night of fun, drinking and dancing away, it was an opportunity for people to see the faces of the folks that they have been talking with when they had their “ears on” jawing on the CB.

I remember when all the 18 wheeler’s went on strike, the CBs were buzzing day and night all 20 and/40 channels constant chatter.  There were 18 wheelers lined up and down Route #95, all at a clean dead stop, what a mess that was, but the truckers meant business and held their ground and by golly they got what they wanted.