My dad is sort of a real life magician. I made a random comment that it would be nice to have some real wild huckleberries like we used to pick in the woods when I was a kid, and suddenly we were in the woods with a bucket, huckleberries obligingly available. Possibly I can conclude from this that they never abandoned me. I was always the one who quit picking.Â
I wish you could have seen your dad’s face when I got him on my motorcycle for a ride. That was back in the day when I worked for him at WCHJ. Ask Keith or Chuck what your dad said to Bill Jones about getting the penticostal church to help him heal that leg that was cut off! Foks scattered to everyroom in the building. We were all laughing to the point of tears, but BF kept a straight face. Your dad is not only a magician, but a kind and generous fellow!
cathy nevels
Clearly there are sides to the man I never knew. lol. Thanks for sharing that story.