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How a Truck Breakdown Led to a 25-Year Reunion on Easter Weekend

Well, this has been an interesting weekend. It’s an Easter weekend reunion—of all days. Four-twenty-2025. Easter Sunday. Yeah, imagine that. 420 and Easter weekend. Not necessary a “risen” I was expecting, buuut it’s me, writing these words like an unfiltered, 7-year-old Sasquatch boy. I love that kid so much! This post is about how a truck breakdown led me to a 25-Year reunion on Easter weekend. Anyway, I’m in Montgomery, Alabama. I’m here because, well, I wasn’t supposed to be—but I am. You see, I was home after long months of trucking and wanted to enjoy at least ten days

A vintage school portrait of a young boy, around 7 years old, with light blonde hair in a bowl cut, bright eyes, and a mischievous smirk. He is wearing a plaid button-up shirt under a dark blazer, giving him a slightly formal look. The photo has a nostalgic, slightly faded quality, reminiscent of classic school pictures from past decades.

The Story of The Sasquatch Boy, How to Deal with Bullies

Before the world knew what a Sasquatch was, before grainy film footage turned a lumbering shadow into a legend, before the name became a marketing gimmick for jerky and truck decals—there was a boy. He wasn’t born with the name. No mother ever held her newborn and thought, Yes, this child shall walk the earth as Sasquatch. No, the name was given. Or rather, thrown. Spat out from the mouth of another boy—one with just the right mix of meanness and timing, the kind of boy who figures out early that some words stick like burrs in the brain. It