Back on the farm at Twentymile Bend things had settled down after a brush by a tropical wave that dumped 12 inches of rain on top of us.
But my father, as usual, was thinking up ways to keep my brother Jerry and me busy. We were dreading what he might come up with next, because on a farm there were so many dirty jobs available.
I had spent one summer building fence and didn't want to have that ever again.