Most certainly I hope to live to be a hundred, plan to – but in real-life experience – we know those chances are slim.
My first paid job was sweeping the floors of my fathers welding shop (Southwest Welding). I wasn’t taken there to weld, my job was to work hard and observe – that’s kinda been my track through life. Work hard, observe, and apply.
This is simply a page that I will hide under a much earlier date and work to prepare some final words; but in case of a sudden exit.
Its all been good, and a luxury to have the life-experience opportunity that I have had.
real-time considerations; because Life really can be; tooo short.
The last day of my surprise visit to Dad’s was good with a couple rides in his truck of fifty-years past. Other than that it was a normal time just ‘hanging’ around his place listening to him recount past memories. W.T. Haynie loves to talk, and he loves showing/pondering on and speculating about each piece of his “stuff” all mechanical in nature and hence the connection to this old truck.
Later in the afternoon as while sitting on lawn chairs out near the truck, three very large birds flew over – Dad looked up, and then made some sort of ‘Tarzan’ bird call.
To my surprise the birds circled, dropped, and walked right over to us – evidently he has been feeding them since they were chicks (Sand Hill Cranes) and they continue to come back for more.
So that’s about it, a fine visit because after a vehicle accident of his own – and having to give up driving (major change for Dad) – the year has been tough.
With it all he seems to be doing pretty doggone well – proud, and tough as a bulldog – he’s even got a growl like one, even though I didn’t hear it once on this particular trip to Florida……..
WT Haynie 1926-2010.