My Dad left us three amazing stories from when he was a child. I love these...they seem to come out of a very, very long time ago. So long ago in fact, it is hard for me to fathom life at that time for someone that I actually knew as well as I knew my Dad.
Liverwurst..possibly the wurst all right.
It was in the fall of the year so crops had been harvested and there were few fences so the old boy had plenty of room to run. It was a hard day's ride to the rail head and back but as I look back on it it was exhilarating fun in the outdoors and quite an accomplishment for a couple of kids. I think some of the neighbors were laying bets we'd never get the bull to market.
We did it though and then sat back and awaited our pay of $.50 a piece. For me it never came to pass and to this day I don't know if Mr. Ballinger got he bull to market for free or if Virgil reaped the full benefit. I guess the moral of the story is you can drive a bull to market but you may not get your just reward!"
Virgil is in the clear!