Columns/Opinions, Editorial
The Many Colors of Friendship
Because my daddy was an oilfield man, we moved from town to town, state to state, and from stem to stern quite frequently during my growing up years. As a result, my siblings and I had adventures others missed and met people of all walks of life. As a point of interest, those moves began in the late 1960’s and continued until the late 1970’s, so times were somewhat different – which made it all the more interesting.