What to say about Megan. We met when she was about junior high school age. Her mom and dad had a troubled relationship. It spilled over to the kids. Her dad was an absolute ass. One year he bought her brother tons of hunting stuff for Christmas. He got Megan nothing, saying that she was a bad daughter. With that, my dad pretty much dumped me and my brother, as we were grown, and he "adopted" these to kids. They never lived at his house all the time, but he was always there. They became like my little cousins. In a way they sort of are. They are my sister in laws niece and nephew. I would work traffic in the mornings on the curvy farm to market road she traveled with a lot of other kids on the way to school. I had a little gig where I would call the local AM station and the owner and morning DJ would play "I'm The Highway Patrol" by Junior Brown and announce the mornings "speed trap." Megan would call me on the way to school and ask me where I was. She would then call all her friends. It filtered quickly through the grape vine, and all the kids on the winding road would pass me at 55 or less waving. The goal never was to write tickets. It was to keep the kids out of the trees with the shiny side up. I stopped very few kids because they were in the know. I stopped a ton of teachers speeding. I would tell them, "I'm going to stand her and we are going to talk for about five minutes. These kids are passing on the way to school and are going to see us. I'm not going to write you a ticket, but anybody that asks you have to say that I did write you one."
Megan shouldn't have amounted to much but that redneck girl, in a bad marriage, with a baby on her hip. Dad, brother, and I funded her college. Splitting semesters three ways. When she was down, I would meet her for lunch. Then my wife got on to me for being seen in public with a young single girl. Cyndi knew I was OK, but she didn' t want talk getting around. I told Megan, and she understood. She graduated with her bachelors degree and was ready to go to work as a Speech and Language Pathologist sort of person. Then the regulations changed to require a masters degree to practice. She was floored. So much work to have the rug ripped from under her. She did not get accepted into the masters program that first year. The instructors wanted her to have some practical experience. She worked under another person, and made some decent money working with people from other countries that had hard accents. She would help them become better communicators in America. Mostly the wives of engineering types working in industry. When she was accepted, she blew through the masters program, and quickly established her own business and hired herself out schools, and places teaching people to talk again.
She married Trey, her teenage crush and they have a baby. I gave the toast at their wedding.
Fast forward, and she is doing this. I don't know the full story. I need to get it. It appears to be focusing on toddler speech development. I see a PhD in her future. It looks like she has the core of it right here. Any of y'all remember Dr Red Duke? The guy that invested so much in emergency medicine, had those TV spots but was a country as the day is long. Megan is the female version of that. Chicken shit between her toes and don't give a damn country. She ain't out grown it and never will.
I don't know how she didn't know, but when her momma found out what brother and I had done with the tuition, she had both of us a cow butchered of her pasture. I had to buy a freezer for the toughest got dang cow meat I ever ate. It was basically a couple hundred pounds of stew meat.
Like I said, Megan had her brother replaced my brother and I in my Mom and Dad's life. They had the extra room at the lake house, and the seat in the boat. I got the day trips and a spot on the porch. Daddy was done with me and took on a new project. He built Megan a pink fishing pole for Christmas one year and bought her some pink spoons for jigging yellow bass/bar fish. The spoons were a joke, until they weren't a joke no more. She cleaned house with them things. It was a while before any man swallowed his bride and tied on a pink jigging spoon.
Anyway, story and brag time is over. I just needed somebody to talk to and brag on my little adopted cousin person.
Oh, her brother? Edmond. Bow hunted with my brother last week. They didn't do nothing. Daddy always kept two fully rigged bass boats. He switched from Ranger 365s, to Champions, then to Skeeters. Dad sold the Champion. Daddy passed five years ago this coming June. After Daddy passed he ran down Daddy's old Champion and bought it. He has the fixer-upper gene. He called me one summer day and said "lets go fishing." I was working and he said that he would be waiting on me at the dock. It was well into the summer and it was getting dark way late, so we had a few hours. I rolled up and he was standing in Daddy's boat. I got misty and told him I couldn't. Well, I ended up did and we fished that evening. We stay in touch.
Megan shouldn't have amounted to much but that redneck girl, in a bad marriage, with a baby on her hip. Dad, brother, and I funded her college. Splitting semesters three ways. When she was down, I would meet her for lunch. Then my wife got on to me for being seen in public with a young single girl. Cyndi knew I was OK, but she didn' t want talk getting around. I told Megan, and she understood. She graduated with her bachelors degree and was ready to go to work as a Speech and Language Pathologist sort of person. Then the regulations changed to require a masters degree to practice. She was floored. So much work to have the rug ripped from under her. She did not get accepted into the masters program that first year. The instructors wanted her to have some practical experience. She worked under another person, and made some decent money working with people from other countries that had hard accents. She would help them become better communicators in America. Mostly the wives of engineering types working in industry. When she was accepted, she blew through the masters program, and quickly established her own business and hired herself out schools, and places teaching people to talk again.
She married Trey, her teenage crush and they have a baby. I gave the toast at their wedding.
Fast forward, and she is doing this. I don't know the full story. I need to get it. It appears to be focusing on toddler speech development. I see a PhD in her future. It looks like she has the core of it right here. Any of y'all remember Dr Red Duke? The guy that invested so much in emergency medicine, had those TV spots but was a country as the day is long. Megan is the female version of that. Chicken shit between her toes and don't give a damn country. She ain't out grown it and never will.
I don't know how she didn't know, but when her momma found out what brother and I had done with the tuition, she had both of us a cow butchered of her pasture. I had to buy a freezer for the toughest got dang cow meat I ever ate. It was basically a couple hundred pounds of stew meat.
Like I said, Megan had her brother replaced my brother and I in my Mom and Dad's life. They had the extra room at the lake house, and the seat in the boat. I got the day trips and a spot on the porch. Daddy was done with me and took on a new project. He built Megan a pink fishing pole for Christmas one year and bought her some pink spoons for jigging yellow bass/bar fish. The spoons were a joke, until they weren't a joke no more. She cleaned house with them things. It was a while before any man swallowed his bride and tied on a pink jigging spoon.
Anyway, story and brag time is over. I just needed somebody to talk to and brag on my little adopted cousin person.
Oh, her brother? Edmond. Bow hunted with my brother last week. They didn't do nothing. Daddy always kept two fully rigged bass boats. He switched from Ranger 365s, to Champions, then to Skeeters. Dad sold the Champion. Daddy passed five years ago this coming June. After Daddy passed he ran down Daddy's old Champion and bought it. He has the fixer-upper gene. He called me one summer day and said "lets go fishing." I was working and he said that he would be waiting on me at the dock. It was well into the summer and it was getting dark way late, so we had a few hours. I rolled up and he was standing in Daddy's boat. I got misty and told him I couldn't. Well, I ended up did and we fished that evening. We stay in touch.
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