So he keeps a guitar up there too........maybe circus horse driver guy is up there too, has BD had that hat since the 80's...asking for a friend.....but no friend of BD's evidently.
Part 67
The, Original Hat, was actually an organic white beet, grown exclusively in the foot hills of the Sioux Mountains in NW Iowa.
When I was 10 years old, my grandfather would take me there camping in the summer.
The Sioux Indians would try to pick the beets before we could, as they would carve tee pees out of them.
I lived in that area, working at a packing plant, sometimes, over 16 hours a day.
When I turned 18, a CRST truck passing through Pocahontas, Iowa, picked me up as I was shoveling snow off the highway after a blizzard.
Part 68
As we were driving towards Cedar Rapids, were attacked by Indians near Fort Dodge.
We survived the attack, and I had to push the truck down Route 20, as it ran out of fuel.
We arrived at the Boondocks, and I washed dishes at a settlement of Ukrainian refugees, that were stranded because of the poor popcorn and beet harvests that year.
It took 2 years to get to Cedar Rapids, and I was recruited into the Iowa Army of the Republic. Turns out my Sargent was none other than Big Dave’s grandfather, Clarence.
He led us into battle, many times riding his horse, Mister Ed. After the war, I lived with my sarge, and his family until I turned 21, when I was hired as a team driver, on the stagecoach mail run from Clarence, to Calamus.