Taylor this story is for you.
When I was younger we lived up in Point of the Rocks Wyoming
while dad was working up there. One
weekend we went for a drive in old blue; Old Blue was a 1968 dodge heavy ¾ ton
with Dads homemade stock racks. We boys
were in the back of the truck, we loved riding back there we could get up in
the headache rack and pretend we were driving.
Now if you have never been to Wyoming around Point of the Rock there is
not much out there. Once you get off the
freeway north or south you can drive for miles and never see anyone. I am not sure how far we were off the road
but it was quite a ways. As dad was
driving another truck was coming toward us as it got closer dad and the other
guy pulled up to each other. I just
figured it was a friend of dads since he worked out there blading roads for the
oil companies. The talked for hours we
were pretty well behaved for a long time.
Finally they were done talking and we were on are way again. Mom later told us she asked Dad after they
were done talking (who was that?) Dad
said (I don’t know) I remember them talking like they were best of friends. I think Mom was a bit aggravated. But she knew how Dad was.
So see Taylor you come by your bull sessions honestly.
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