Random Thought Thread

My maternal Grandfather was a dairy Farmer, with a no shit "Borden" certification...which was pretty hard to get back in the day. (*as I understand)

His Dad took sick and died after The Great Depression. He was barred from serving in WWII because he was declared the "Head of Household" and was left to raise his three Brothers while in his teens. (*all of whom served in WWII...two in the Army and one in the Merchant Marines)


He was a stern man of not too many words. The "tough life" showed in his face, and he will always be one of my Heroes. He's been gone for over two decades and I still miss him. Many times, I still wish that he and my Dad were around so that I could bounce a few of my life's problems off of 'em.

If I spent the rest of my life trying to be the absolute best person I could, I wouldn't amount to a spot on the ass of either one of 'em.
 
I like to call it a farm but we don't actually farm anything.
I don't know if "homestead" is a good substitute...and of course my earlier post was meant tongue in cheek...but I wasn't kidding about what the term "compound" brings to mind after the associations established via the media over the past few decades.

How about "salt mine". 🤣
 
Since this is a "Random Thoughts" thread, a little story for y'all...


When I was about nine or ten, we were headed to South Padre Island in my Mom's sedan. (*most likely a Bowtie Caprice or Cadillac Sedan de Ville, because Dad was a "Big 3" guy)

The Energy/Oil industry has always been active in Texas, so light heavy-duty trucks have always been a "thing". We were making our way south down 281, and just past Falfurrias, Texas. We were a few miles away from the eastern turn-off that would lead us to the Island.

I was seated behind my Dad when I caught the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Apparently, a Developer had built some spec houses off the east side of the highway. Each plat had a small house with a carport, on about an acre of property. Anyhow, under one of those carports, on one of those plats, there sat a regular cab K30 dually. It was "Oil Field" white, and the most glorious thing I'd ever seen. I'd grown-up around Farmers and Ranchers. However, most of my Family couldn't afford such a beast of a truck.

My eyes caught that truck at about my 10 o'clock and I stared at it until it was just a speck at our six, out the back window of my Mom's car.


It was that very moment that I promised myself that I would one day own that same glorious truck. And now, I'm blessed enough to own two.

Even now (*at the ripe old age of 51), when I walk into the garage at our house, those trucks still take my breath away and make me dizzy. I've been around trucks ALL MY LIFE, but the regular cab K30s still make my fragile heart skip a beat. That is THE truck that made me LOVE trucks...and made me a "truck" guy for life.
 
Since this is a "Random Thoughts" thread, a little story for y'all...


When I was about nine or ten, we were headed to South Padre Island in my Mom's sedan. (*most likely a Bowtie Caprice or Cadillac Sedan de Ville, because Dad was a "Big 3" guy)

The Energy/Oil industry has always been active in Texas, so light heavy-duty trucks have always been a "thing". We were making our way south down 281, and just past Falfurrias, Texas. We were a few miles away from the eastern turn-off that would lead us to the Island.

I was seated behind my Dad when I caught the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Apparently, a Developer had built some spec houses off the east side of the highway. Each plat had a small house with a carport, on about an acre of property. Anyhow, under one of those carports, on one of those plats, there sat a regular cab K30 dually. It was "Oil Field" white, and the most glorious thing I'd ever seen. I'd grown-up around Farmers and Ranchers. However, most of my Family couldn't afford such a beast of a truck.

My eyes caught that truck at about my 10 o'clock and I stared at it until it was just a speck at our six, out the back window of my Mom's car.


It was that very moment that I promised myself that I would one day own that same glorious truck. And now, I'm blessed enough to own two.

Even now (*at the ripe old age of 51), when I walk into the garage at our house, those trucks still take my breath away and make me dizzy. I've been around trucks ALL MY LIFE, but the regular cab K30s still make my fragile heart skip a beat. That is THE truck that made me LOVE trucks...and made me a "truck" guy for life.
One of these days I'll make time to finish some of my junk lol
 
ooops...thoght this was the sales practice thread...warming up for later!
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