As of Tuesday, July 12, 2016
It was good to see the 2016 grand marshal in the parade this year. I worked for the James family when I was a kid. I didn’t get to talk to Wayne this year, but thought I would share this story about the good old days.
The first year I worked for the James family in the mid 60’s they had bought a new farm truck. It was a beauty. Bright red, air brakes, two-speed rear end and just beautiful. You cannot imagine the feeling I had when Wayne picked me to drive that new truck that year. Summer ended and it was time to go back to school. Years later at my parents 50th wedding anniversary Wayne was there and just happened to ask me how old I was. I told him and he thought about that for a bit and said, “Wait a minute, you are older than that because you drove our new truck the year we bought it and you had to be old enough to have a driver’s license because you drove up there that morning in a Jeep.” I said, “That’s right, but I didn’t have a driver’s license and the Jeep was my only way to get to work.” After checking my driver’s license he realized that I was only 12 or 13 years old when I first worked for them and got to drive that new truck. He liked to have had a heart attack that day, but it’s a good thing he didn’t or he may not have been around to be your grand marshal this year.
Thanks for giving a kid a chance, Wayne. Thanks for the memories and thank you for letting me drive that new truck.