This is not a traditional autobiography. Its contents are letters I wrote to my wife which she laboriously keyboarded using an antiquated computer. It is my remembrances of my childhood and my adolescence years spent mostly in small towns in Oklahoma-Vanoss, McComb, Tribbey, Depew and Twin Oak. Then on the Texas to Amherst and Fielldton. I also include my early adult years and the experiences I had as I searched for, and sometimes found, both labor and love. The labor included cotton, broomcorn, cement plant in Ada, Okla., the Air Force, painting the tall bridges and buildings In New York and Massachuettsand driving big rigs. The love includes three wives.

My sister wanted the title of my book to be, Letters from a Far Away Place. I didn’t want to change the title. I’ll leave it to my readers to decide where the far away place was.

It is not part of my story, at least, not for this book.

I now live in East Texas. I own and still drive a big rig but I make short trips in order for my wife to go with me.