Here's Creek, how we doing? Let's go, let's go. Hey, so my dad was like John Wayne. If you've got

that image, you know, I grew up on a farm. He was a rancher. He would get his wrangler starched.

I don't know if anybody does that anymore, but he would just have these like deep creases down

the front of his legs. And there was a certain sound it would make when he would put his his pants on kind of pry his foot through that thick starch gene he would wear this white shirt this was his dress code a white button down shirt with a belt with a belt buckle his boots and a straw cowboy hat every day. He had this old Chevy truck,

long bed, manual shift, pull a trailer, Chevy truck. Switch to a Ford later in life, but most of my

life, Chevy Man. And he just, he would leave early in the morning. He a no-nonsense kind of guy don't let him

catch you sleeping late okay and so this was really pertinent to me in the summertime because he

would leave before the sun would come up for work he'd go get coffee with some guys and he

would come home about mid-morning and our house is off the main road There's a gravel road that gets to our house.

Has two cattle guards. We call the big cattle guard on the road. You drive down that gravel road.

You get to the little cattle guard. There is a certain sound his Chevrolet truck would make as it

would drive over that big cattle guard if it was completely silent say if you

were sleeping and and so for me right at about 1030 every day in the summertime that was like you better

get up and I learned that when that chain hit a big old chain in the back of the bed of his truck and a toolbox.

And when that chain would rattle around in the distance at the big cattle guard, I had a minute and 17 seconds.

One minute and 17 seconds to get out of bed, make it look like I had been up, you know, grab a shovel or say, hey,

dad, you've been working since the sun came up, yeah, man, right? Make it look like I was doing what it is

I was supposed to be doing. And if he had asked me to do something, right, I needed to either

get it done in a minute and 17 seconds or make it look like I was giving it a grade A effort.

I mean, in fact, sometimes I would get up before he'd come home at 1030 and I would sit in the living

room. We called it the good living room. I don't know why. It was the only living room we had.

But in the good living room, there was a window and you could see out to that cattle guard,

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