When my dad died, my mom and I moved to the West Texas town of Odessa Texas. For a kid from a school with less than 100 students in all twelve grades, I moved into an 8th grade class with an equal number of students. Had my dad not passed away, I would probably have grown up on the farm. His passing changed my life more than I could ever have imagined.
Odessa was in the heart of the Permian Basin. An oil town surrounded by sage brush and sand dunes. Talk about a culture change. These were the times of Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley and Roy Orbison, a local Permian Basin talent. But the thing I remember most, about that time, was Tommy’s Drive-In. On Friday nights and Saturdays, we would all pile into a car head to Tommy’s. This was exactly as it was portrayed in American Graffiti. These were the best of times. Continue reading A Time Gone By – But Memories Remain