My Facetruck thread.

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Your dad and my dad had a lot in common from what you've said. He dropped out of school, had my grandmother sign him up at 17, and became a Ranger medic. He collected up an some medals as well. He went to college on the G.I. Bill where he met my mom. Became a HS teacher and worked to develop the WOC (work oriented curriculum) and OJT (on job training) programs for kids at risk of dropping out. He became good friends with the woodshop teacher (Dicky Woodard, a big influence on me) at one school. They'd work in the woodshop after hours teaching a few students how to make guitars. My sister has one he made. One student went on to opening a guitar shop. They started a folk music club and they met at our farm. On weekends our place was the hangout.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't try to do. Him and Dicky messed with cars and motorcycles on the farm, too. Dad never took a car to a shop. I watched him rebuild engines, manual transmissions, rears... etc. We never had a new car. He also built a big dormer addition on our house one summer. I always felt lucky to have the dad I did. He passed Jan 15, 04. Damn diabetes got him