Real Men Don't Eat Quiche

Real Men Don't Eat Quiche"Real Men don't each quiche," said Flex Crush, ordering a breakfast of steak, prime rib, six eggs and a loaf of toast.We were sitting in the professional-drivers' section of an all-night truckers' pit stop somewhere west of Tulsa on I-44. Flex, a 225-pound nuclear-waste driver, was pensive:"American men are all mixed up today," he began, pausing to dab a cleaning rag at the 12-gauge shotgun broken open over his knees. "There was a time when this...