best story told by my dad in the car ride from new york city to new kent
“kermit had a brother, who was just no good. about 30 years ago he was hired to drive a truck to pick up a bunch of oats. after the truck was full he hit the lever that opened the back, and spilled oats everywhere. well, I cursed him out up one side and down the other. he got mad at me, and drove off. then, while pulling out, he threw a cigarette out and caught the damned field on fire! I called his boss to complain, and I think he got fired.
“anyway, about two weeks after that, he got in a fight and ended up shooting and killing someone up at bubba’s roadhouse. I think he’s still in jail. durned if I can remember his name.”
get ready for many other stories like this, as I’ll be in new kent all week!