I do not have a lot of regrets, but the one that looms biggest is NOT LEARNING MORE of my parents childhood and intimate family lives. A few days before my mama died, I was thinking of horses. I went to her room and asked, Mama, what kind of horses did you and daddy have?She looked at me like I was very ignorant, Son, horses were for people who were up in the papers, you daddy had MULES. He could plow all day and still they could pull the wagon into Toccoa. Horses could not work!That said, I finally sat down and started a book of my life and that of my wife, before our sons knew us.That was the one book that I felt needed to be written, It has sold 20 copies and I think I bought them all and gave to the kids and grands.That said, I want to write a Western Novel. I would like to go to BAndera, Texas and Yuma /AZ and study the Old West for awhile. I'd like to find some OLD cowboys and just talk, as I write it.At 81 it is probably just a dream Some facts but mostly just my
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