‘We drive on’: A week in the pandemic, from truck stops, picks and drops, to home

At a fuel stop in Southern Michigan, stopping to weigh, I push the communal button at a CAT Scale, and wait.

It’s 9 p.m. Normally the stop would be pretty full by now. More than half the parking spaces here are vacant.

After a few seconds, a weary cashier responds. “First weigh or reweigh?”

“First weigh.”

“Truck number?”

“230.”

“I have your weight.”