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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

In Memory of Richard (Dick) Morris

This is another tale about yours truly, and the stunts I pulled back in the day. I had a wild streak, knew everything, and needed no instruction from the adult world. (Was anybody else like that when they were a teenager?) Well, anyway, check this out. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part 2)

When I got to the gin, I forgot to check the oil; remembering at the last minute. I bailed out and checked it as fast I could, and the guy running the big suction tube was yelling at me to get to get my dang truck out of the way, as I jumped back into the driver’s seat. During harvest time, there could be a lot of trailers lined up waiting to unload, and time was money. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

This is another tale about yours truly, and the stunts I pulled back in the day. I had a wild streak, knew everything, and needed no instruction from the adult world. (Was anybody else like that when they were a teenager?) Well, anyway, check this out. Read the rest of this entry »

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Open Range

Back when we were in high school, there were lots of places you could go that, as far as I know, nobody cared if you went there. I’m talking about the desert and hills around Buckeye, Arizona. It seemed to me the land belonged to no one, and we were free to roam as we pleased. We could pick up rocks, arrowheads, firewood, you name it; it was ours if we found it first. Read the rest of this entry »

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Yep, You Got That Right

Here’s another good one about my days in the cotton farming industry; I wasn’t working for Dickie Morris—see Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road, and Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part2)—any longer, but I was still doing the same job. I’d moved up in the world though; this was a fulltime job, living and working on one of the biggest farms in the Buckeye Valley. The owner’s name was Jewel Turner. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part 2)

When I got to the gin, I forgot to check the oil; remembering at the last minute. I bailed out and checked it as fast I could, and the guy running the big suction tube was yelling at me to get to get my dang truck out of the way, as I jumped back into the driver’s seat. During harvest time, there could be a lot of trailers lined up waiting to unload, and time was money. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

This is another tale about yours truly, and the stunts he pulled back in the day. I had a wild streak, knew everything, and needed no instruction from the adult world. (Was anybody else like that when they were a teenager?) Well, anyway, check this out. Read the rest of this entry »

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