To: Alan Smithee who wrote (223646 ) 3/10/2014 7:47:37 PM From: sandintoes Respond to I had to tell you of my motorcycle accident. My parents were divorced when I was a year old and my brother was three. It seems like whenever I went anywhere with my dad, I came home with stitches or burns somewhere on my body. My dad was what you would call a man's man, and that's not to say that many women weren't dumb enough to fall for him. I think I told the gits that my dad played high school football with Jerry Ford and they won the state championship. Jerry was the quarterback and my dad caught the ball, whatever they called that back then. He always told me he played without shoes because he only had one pair of shoes and if his mother caught him ruining his one pair of shoes she would kill him. This was during the depression, and everything was expensive. Besides that, my grandmother never knew he played football. He forged her signature and she heard his name when she was listening to a South High game. At his funeral, the minister who went to my high school (Creston) and played South at the same time my dad played, told the story that many of the boys played without shoes because they couldn't afford them. I couldn't believe it. I always thought this was just a tall tail told by my dad, but I guess it was true. My dad always told me when everyone would talk about how fast he could run, he told them "You'd run fast too if you had burrs in your feet and you wanted to get to where you had to go to take the burrs out."
