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One of my columns generated an e-mail from a gentleman who said that I didn’t have a lick of common sense.
Apparently, I set him off by not toeing religious, political or fishing lines — or perhaps my tongue-in-cheek lines didn’t hook him.
The blue-collar worker clearly wanted to wring my stereotyped collar.
He probably didn’t know that I grew up the youngest of six kids on a small east Texas farm. For 25 years, my dad drove 80 miles round-trip to a steel mill.
To earn college money, I also worked there during summers rebuilding smoldering furnaces.
I also hauled hay, cut wood in a factory, laid concrete, and was a late-shift custodian in college and weekend bootlegger.
I played high school football, basketball and track, and am a military veteran.
I rode our bucking livestock for my father and his friends’ entertainment, milked cows, plucked chickens, gathered eggs, fed pigs, helped mother make lye soap, shelled peas, etc.
I squirrel- and bird-hunted with .410- and 12-gauge shotguns, fished with cane poles using crawdads caught in muddy creeks with bacon-on-a-string, then swam in the algae-and-reptile-infested ponds.
I guess that my blue-collar friend is right: I don’t have a lick of common sense.
To prove it, I will be happy to demonstrate other kinds of licks to him at a time and place of his choosing.