It’s Not A Bulldozer
As expected, I got an earful yesterday from my father for calling it a bulldozer in one of my most recent posts: Let’s Go For A Ride. I think his exact words were, “It’s nawt ah bull-dozah, ya dope, it’s ah load-ah.” I think I’ve been in California for so long that my back-home/small-town/dash-of-hill-billy might have worn off. But that’s why I call my folks every Sunday afternoon…so I don’t forget.
