all his life.

Jody has lived in Clover nearly all of his life.  When he was just 16 years old his cross-country-trucker-father occasionally took Jody on the road with him.  On those trips Jody discovered that being on the road was in his blood.  He loved the long stretches of road, the quiet hum of tire to pavement, and the country side reaching out around him.

The road called to him for many years after that.  In the meantime he married, joined the police force, and started raising a family.

And still the road called to him.

After many years on the force he decided to heed the call.  The life of arrests, domestic violence calls, and drug bust were not the life he was meant to live.  He yearned for the freedom that long drives through midwest golden cornfields and snow topped mountains gave him.

He would be on the road for weeks at a time, cooking his dinner under the hood of his huge 18 wheeler engine.  Packing foil dinners, driving for hours until the clear juices gave way to mouth watering smell, and then stopping at a truck stop to lift the hood and pull the steak and potatoes out from next to the engine.  He'd get out his lawn chair and cooler and enjoy his homecooked meal. 

For miles and miles....

Eventually, his heart would call him home...and it always would...

Until finally, his heart brought him home permanently to stay with his sweet wife and family.  He gave up the long and open road so that he could be where he really wanted to be.  Home.

He now drives locally in Clover and is glad to be near his family...

and sometimes in a distant whisper he hears the call of the open road...

fulfilled. LIFE.