Daddy was always one for an adventure. He was one of those fortunate few who was born with a wandering soul and things that seem "normal" to the rest of us caused him to become restless and irritable. I can remember being a small child and since Momma was working all the time I spent most days with either my father or my uncles.
     We lived in West Texas as the time so there was always something to do in the surrounding desert. We would drive for what seemed like hours out to the old abandon...