Written September 25th 1978
My first hero was my Dad. He was handsome, played the guitar, loved by his family and an amazing welder.
The problem was his job, he was always away, sometimes for weeks and I missed him so much.
Dad welded roll cages on many of my race cars. I miss him now, but he to is home with the Lord, so I will see him again, and my Mom and sister.
Written September 25th 1978 My first hero was my Dad. He was handsome, played the guitar, loved by his family and an amazing welder. The problem was his job, he was always away, sometimes for weeks and I missed him so much. Dad welded roll cages on many of my race cars. I miss him now, but he to is home with the Lord, so I will see him again, and my Mom and sister.