(A Minnesota, Chick Evens, Grandpa Story, 1958-59)
Figuratively speaking, my grandpa, he had already -from the day one, that is, from the first day he saw me at birth-taken the restraining lines, the bridle, you know the harness that goes around a horses head and put it on mine, or thought he did. You might even say he had his foot in the stirrup, to get into the drivers seat-allegorically speaking, ahead of time. At least that is how I feel about the whole thing.
Say what you will, but things are as they are, or was, back in those far-off days of yesteryear, I hold no grudges-save I had to live through it, but so did he...Read More