Ladies and gentlemen of the World Wide Web, please allow me to introduce myself, seeing as this is my first foray into the so called blogosphere. My name is Gunnery Sergeant William T. Sherman but everybody calls me “Gunny” so I guess y’all are welcome to do the same. My daddy, Edward T. Sherman, took advantage of our common surname and named me after the famed Civil war general who burned a swath of earth a mile wide right through my home state of Georgia. Can’t say I was the most popular kid growin’ up.

Maybe it was all the guff I got as a youngster, or perhaps it was my namesake, but I joined the United States Marine Corp the moment I was able and enjoyed every day of my forty years of service. I’ve driven every kind of vehicle you can think of on four different continents so I guess it should come as now surprise that I gravitated toward my current occupation as a driver for the finest dry cleaning force this world has ever seen, Prestige Cleaners.
You see, my wife fell in love with skiing while I was stationed in Colorado back in the 80’s so I promised her we’d move to a snowier climate the day I retired. That good woman never broke a promise to me so I made good on that promise to her and moved us to Utah a few years back. I’m a Georgia boy born and raised, so the transition wasn’t easy, but even I’m getting to like the snow.

The entire concept of retirement never quite sat right with me, so after my time in the Marine Corp was finished and we moved out here, I set to huntin’ for something an ornery old cuss like me might enjoy doing. That’s when I met this smiley fella’ named Ryan Fish. He told me he owned a free pick-up and delivery dry cleaner right here in Salt Lake. When I heard “free pick-up and delivery” I couldn’t believe I’d wasted all those years running all over town to get my uniforms cleaned every week when there were companies like Prestige Cleaners around. Ryan and I got to talkin’ and he told me he happened to be in need of somebody who knew how to handle a vehicle. Well there aint nothin’ I like better than clean pressed clothes or driving a truck with precious cargo aboard so that was that.

Five years on now and I’m still pickin’ up all your wrinkled blouses and pants and returning hot pressed perfection twice a week. I’d do it more but I have to at least pretend I’m retired or my wife, her name’s Jenny by the way, will get after me. It’s been a real pleasure makin’ your acquaintance and I look forward to tellin’ y’all about my adventures. You might think driving around town with your clean pressed skivvies isn’t exciting, but take it from someone who’s seen a few things in his day, when you spend all day on the road in this city, you see plenty worth talkin’ ‘bout.