… who else grew up riding shotgun unbuckled with the old man as he puffed on a unfiltered cigarette with a beer between his legs as a 3 year old with this kind of stuff playing on the 8 track

…. No wonder I turned out like I did lol

…. All my rowdy friends have settled down looks like

Crickets .....lol

… the writings on the wall

…. It was a good run lol

Yep

… I’m gonna down this last one … ease up to the house…. And hit the sack myself I guess

…. Probably snatch the covers off my ol lady and slap her on the butt lol

Watch it, she may just come up with a broken bottle

In the 8 track days it was Loretta and Conway blairing out the speaker's or Jerry Lee Lewis. I don't think i ever heard of Willie till the late 70's.

J you musta led a sheltered life

Yep

Best friends dad was a wild one. Used to load us boys up hammered to go on adventures fishing, check out caves, cliff jumping into the lake etc. we would usually take the back roads so we could ramp the railroad tracks in his truck, I remember a lot of tom petty and CCR. Good times.

Being the youngest child by the time I came along, "fun" dad had turned into rental property dad. He smoked cigarettes and listened to country music as I rode along to the next property where I usually grabbed my best friend, the "sharp shooter" shovel, to dig a ditch for a water or sewer line. lol

J you musta led a sheltered life

Oh i did, a trip to piggly wiggly grocery store was equivalent to kids going to Disney World now!

You got to ride in the cab?
You were a lucky boy.
Your dad was a gentle man.
I rode somewhere either side of a million miles setting on the fender well in back of the truck, handing beers through the sliding back glass when requested.

I don't know Jtrap, there were a lot of "intresting" people that were renters. I remember when my dad made the rule for no inside pets. Was cleaning out the mobile home of a former renter who was the owner of several chihuahuas. It seems they when the dogs pooped, instead of throwing the poop out, they just lifted the vent covers in the floor and swept it in. Guess who got to clean that up. lol.

Nope, dad didn't smoke or drink, Baptist deacon. I had to figure out all that myself.

And not the forgiving type, either.