SONNY SCOTT It was about 10 a.m. on a weekday in Houston. I was waiting for a break in traffic to get my rig out on Old 15 North. One block down, another trucker was trying to do the same. After several minutes of steady two-way traffic, the other driver keyed the microphone in frustration: “Does anybody in this little ole town ever work?” I was amused by the query, and had to admit it was reasonable question.