A few months ago I was sitting at a coffee shop in Charleston, right off East Bay, with a shipper who looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. He pushed his laptop across the table and said, “All this freight is sitting off the coast. I’ve got customers calling

A while back I was sitting at a coffee shop in Charleston, right off King Street, talking with a shipper who looked like he hadn’t slept in two days. He leans in and goes, “Look, I thought a bonded warehouse would make everything easier. Now I’ve got Customs breathing down

I was sitting with a small importer at a coffee shop in Greenville – corner table, two laptops, and one very tired logistics manager. She leaned back and said, “I feel like I’m playing in a big‑league game with a T‑ball budget.” Her problem was simple: too small for her

Let Me Paint the Picture I was sitting in a little spot in Mount Pleasant, right over a plate of shrimp and grits, talking with a shipper who was just flat-out frustrated. Loads were moving. Trucks were showing up. Product was shipping. But the freight bill? Yeah… that thing was