DEAR GRANDMA AND GRANDPA,
I hope y’all are fine up there in Heaven. We are fine down here in Dallas. The long stinkin’ winter is finally over and I am happy about that. I am also very proud and happy to announce that my daughter Lena is engaged and pregnant! WHAT?!
It’s true, Grandpa, my baby is gonna have a baby of her own. I’m ecstatic about it because she is marrying a good man with a good career. I wish y’all could meet him. His name is Jordan Lee. He and his dad own Horny Toad Harley-Davidson and Fort Hood Harley Davidson, both here in Texas. They do a good business and I couldn’t be prouder of my future son-in-law.
There is one problem. I guess Lena will be moving to Temple, where Jordan lives and works. I’m happy that she is marrying a good man and giving me a grandchild, but I’m crushed that she will not be living close to me. Oh well, I guess I’ll be making the two-hour drive to to Temple on a frequent basis.
I can only hope that Sue and I can be half the grandparents y’all were to Randy, Deanna and me. I already have one granddaughter named Blyss. She’s 2½ years old now and she’s full of bologna! There’s nothing that Blyss and I like more than riding around in my old 1969 flamed-out Chevrolet pickup truck with my sheepdog, Alice (see photo, next page), listening to the Beatles and Hank Sr. I show them where I grew up, my old school and where Ran and me rode our dirtbikes when we were kids. I also show them where all my old girlfriends live, but they had to swear not to tell Grandma! I don’t think Blyss completely understands what I’m talking about, but she just jabbers away, and Alice is happy as long as she can hang her head out the window.
I do feel kinda feel bad for Blyss and my future grandkids because I work so much that I don’t get to spend time with them like y’all spent with me. I don’t get to take them fishing, coon hunting or even to the stinkin’ drag races, because I work all the freaking time! Basically, if they want to see Grandpa, they have to come up here to Strokers and maybe Grandpa will hang out with them and take them to lunch. Isn’t that sad? Dang this crazy motorcycle business, why do I have to love it and dedicate my whole life to it?
What’s the matter with me, Grandpa? My life is totally consumed with motorcycles. Having grandkids tends to make me reflect on my life and think about things I’ve accomplished and things I’ve wanted to accomplish. But mainly it makes me think about my failures and shortcomings.
I wish I was more laid-back and could be happy living in a small country town like Sayre, Okla., where y’all lived, but I can’t. I wish I could take a day and just go fishing and not think about my work, but I can’t. I wish I could go home at night and not have my mind totally consumed with my company, but I can’t. Grandpa, I know it wasn’t like that for you and it wasn’t like that for my dad, so why am I this way?