My dad was a cross-country truck driver.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.
When I was about 12 years old back in Houston, my Dad used to take us to the driving range.
My father was raised with brothers, he was a football player and a boxer, he was a chief petty officer in the Navy, he was a man of his times.
My dad was a truck driver. We all used to ride along with him. And the way he'd keep awake was to sing while he was going down the road. So we all joined in.
My father was a doctor, an army cardiologist.
Dad was a bus driver, and when he finished work he would repair cars.
My dad was a New York City cop. His father was a New York City fireman. And my mother's dad was a city taxi driver.
My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.
My dad was very much a struggling actor and spent more of his life as a postman, as a member of a tarmac firm, as a van driver.
My dad was a big car guy. If you wanted to spend time with my dad, he was working on the car.