I Killed Fitty Men!
A post over at Around The Corner reminded me of one of my favorite stories about Dad...
When I was a kid in the 60's we lived in an old trailer on the parking lot of Hales Transportation where Dad worked. There were 3 other trailers there and they all had underpinning and insulated water pipes. Ours was the northernmost and sat completely unprotected with everything exposed to the elements.
Once a big winter storm blew in and the temperature dropped to something like we have now. Everyone's water froze... except ours. So all the neighbors had to come to our house to get water. There was Dad sitting shirtless at the kitchen table getting drunk listening to Bob Wills and anytime someone wondered why ours was the only water that wasn't frozen he would proudly boast "I owe it all to good, clean, Christian living."