My daddy loved to tell the story of my first day of school.
Loved to tell how he came home from work that night and asked me, “Gene, how was school today?”
Loved to tell how I stood there, looked up at him and said, “I really didn’t like it. I don’t think I want to go back tomorrow.”
He’d always chuckle after that, and then he’d always – always – tell how he looked at me and said, “But, Gene, you’ve got to go. If you don’t, your mama and me will get in trouble.”