For me the holiday season was always the most rewarding time of the year as a child interested in hunting. I had every issue of deer and deer hunting magazine to fill in during the non-holiday months. But hearing and seeing hunting as a kid can never be replaced..those memories will stick with you the rest of your years. During Christmas and Thanksgiving, we started a tradition. My Grandfather, God rest his soul, used to sit down after the meal and tell us of all the deer hunting stories he remembered growing up. For me their was no better story teller that lived. Thus, technology was on a roll. Bill Gates had founded the Microsoft Corporation in 1975 and McDonalds had created a drive thru. However, my mother was more interested in her own life and leisure time. In the seventies she had graduated high school, entered the workforce, and married my father in 1976 and started her own family.

Along the roadside you can see the shades of dark-green and black shadows along the grass, and the crossing of shadows along the forwarding black asphalt road, as the Ford-truck glides along. http://www.pressbox.co.uk/Arts/LS_-_GEN_III/IV_Dirty_Dingo_Big_Block_Chevrolet_8.1_Conversion_Mount_Plates_1543340.html Considering cost of living in her area in the seventies, her income was suitable. A new home could be purchased for $25,000. A postage stamp rose from $0.06 in 1970 to $0.15 in 1979. I asked my mother if she could recall some prices of the decade. She remembered bread being $0.29, gas $0.74 a gallon, candy bars $0.05, soft drinks $0.10-0.15 a bottle in the early seventies and in the late seventies prices started to rise. She remembered cigarettes costing $1.00 a pack, cracker $0.29, milk $1.00 and most canned goods $0.10. As my eyeballs came back into focus, I watched him unfold the same pocket knife and as he bent to retrieve another chile from the plant, I prayed it wasn't for me. Realizing it wasn't I thanked the great capsicum god in the Hatch volcano and considered crying. I had just started on another beer when someone dropped a few coins in the juke box. The music was bad country. To my utter disgust the first song that played was that "I want to stick a boot up your butt" super-patriotic, ultra-jingoist thing by the guy in the buy truck nuts commercials. The people around me began to sing along loudly. Skip: "Yes, yes, I saw him! D' did you? He was by the trees, or was it in front of the house...? No, by the road; gee, maybe it was both, he seemed to be in both locations at once. A shadow effect I suppose." . The West Palm Beach Motorsports Examiner will be on hand for the event, and will provide insight into the longest day in professional auto racing; the Rolex 24! See, when my dad had his injury, all of the resentment, rage and shame I was feeling as a full time nanny, just melted away. When I see my dad taking steps with shaking knees, just like my granddaughter, I know that God has given me a great job. I am an angel, who teaches the art of walking in the face of fear.