Ramblings of a Redneck Farmer
I am my father’s son
March 10, 2023
I don’t think there was ever any doubt, but I am, in fact, my father’s son.
Dad could carry on a conversation with anybody. When mom would go to Wal-Mart, he’d sit on a bench at the front of the store and visit with whoever would sit down next to him. It was easy for him; he knew more people than anybody I have ever seen in my life and that made it easier, but it didn’t matter if he knew you or not, he was probably going to talk to you.
Shortly after Deb and I started dating, we were headed into a store, and I was talking to some people in the parking lot. The kids asked who I was t...
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