It was 1991 and the day before my Daddy’s 79th birthday. I saw almost-tears in his eyes during his birthday party at an Alzheimer’s Center in Okla. City.
At some point during your teenage years your parents will come up to you and say, “Now that you’ve got a driver’s license, it’s time to get a job.” For me, that point came at 16.
I live an hour away from Hennessey. Like many members of working class America, I commute to work in the morning. I get up before six, and leave my house by seven.
I went all out this year for my seven-year-old son’s birthday party. We rented a water inflatable for the day and invited friends and family.
As you get older, you start to notice something: people get married. Last year I went to a wedding for a girl who is only one year older than me.