Breaker 1-9

Everyday daughters know how to communicate in lots of different mediums: cell phones, e-mails, snail mail and text messages...but Teamster Daughters 'teamster talk' in convoy code on Citizen Band radios.

On our many long road trips,Teamster Daddy taught us a new, exciting, foreign language. If we got lost, we simply picked up the microphone, pressed the button on the side and asked "What's your 10-twenty?" In a second or two, a friendly trucker would tell us what mile-marker we were approaching. Then T-Daddy would do the math. He knew mile marker mileage by heart. He'd put the peddle to the metal and move the four in the floor and before you knew it, we'd be passing our human Mapquest. Next we'd yank our arms up and down and watch him blow the air horn to say hello. Who said Blackberry Girls have more fun? I would have never traded our CB for a Razr or a Sliver. (Maybe an I-Pod, but never, ever a blue tooth headset.)

Bad reception? Teamster Daddy would merely switch frequencies and ask if anyone else was out there. Then he'd find out their handle. (Lest we forget- every CB operator had to have a handle.) And any good foreign language instructor will tell you that "What's your name?" is one of the first phrases to learn in any language. It's no exception in teamster talk. Once my handle was Hot Lips...Teamster Daddy did not approve!