Why I write about the man in cowboy boots
My dad was a feed store man in the Great Valley of California. He was a country boy from the South Dakota plains, and I don’t think he ever spent a day without his feet in cowboy boots.
Writing Life Stories
Things my dad used to say
When we were little, my dad made up a song about our breakfast cereal to get us to eat it. “We like Crispy Critters / And we know Crispy Critters like us / We like Crispy Critters / And we eat them without any fuss.” (It always worked.)
What’s love got to do with the nut business?
When I think about love, I remember how my childhood friend, Danny, and I used to gather black walnuts and sell them to my dad at his feed store. There were dozens of black walnut trees around the dairy where Danny lived, and his dad was too busy milking cows to take an interest in them.