Fall of 1978 – I Learned to Drive One of my fondest memories of my grandfather is when he taught me to drive. It’s still 1978, and it’s fall. The oaks are turning colors in the woods, there is the smell of wood smoke in the air because Memaw has fired up...
Let’s reminisce August 1978 – my life changed forever. I was ten years old and my parents had decided two years earlier that they did not want to raise their children in Garland Texas. The city, according to my mom, wasn’t a good place. Looking back, it...
