Where credit is due.
He’s proud, and he’s cantankerous, and he’s bright, and he’s set and his ways, and he’s educated in the estoterica of vintage 20th century guns, Texas history, and law enforcement methods and lore learned from about 4 decades as a cop. He’s my father, and my best friend. He’s laid up in a hospital with a broken hip, fighting pain, nicotine addiction, and restlessness, to heal enough to regain some modicum of self-sufficiency as soon as possible. Remember my old man in your thoughts today, and if you know Johnny personally, drop him a line or two; he’d appreciate it. Thanks.