Bob's Big Boy - smile. Bob's keeps coming back around...
they are very into classic cars here. bud down in the holler has a few and all the teenage boys (plus me) would come on weekends to work on them. He taught them how do anything on a car and all are ace mechanics now. He'd lay out a torn apart carb and have them put it back together. then take it apart and make them do it again. rebuilt engines. sandblasted paint off. rewired. whole shabang.
he was a trucker for Wal-Mart, as was his wife, also. She always had the fridge/freezer full of food enough to feed them all and would do up meals for them all, and have blankets in the living room for them to fall asleep there on the couch and floor.
It was something of a 'community center' for young people otherwise neglected.
I'm such a recluse. the kids would come to my house, also. partly cause I would 'listen' and nod and say 'uhhuh' a lot, and partly (more so?) because I had a tractor. but I have limits on people being around. when I'd go to D & L's, I loved them. would get a lil wore out when they at my house. D & L never seemed to get wore out. And L cooked for them. laughing. quite amazed me.
They did 6 days on, 6 days off the road. the freezer food was for when she was on the road, as D did not even feed himself. The kids would come in and find something. One young man, who was the eldest of his lot, learned to cook and started doing it when she was on the road. When he got married, he asked L to be there in the 'mother' seat, which she was. |
