Russell and Dad at Mescalero Lake

Meeting My Dad, I borrowed a truck from my new boss to come the way from Austin to Ruidoso and find you so I could tell you how you Fuckup my life? You made me who I was. Did I borrow a truck to come the entire way from Austin to Ruidoso and find you an alcoholic and drug addict? I hated God; why would he put any children with you as their dad.  I went through too many wives and jobs. I said it to him with no fear of handing him the blame for how I am. I borrowed a truck to come from Austin to Ruidoso and find you

When my dad listened to me across a small table with his hands together in a very peaceful manner, listing every word I spoke to him and when I stopped, he paused for a short minute and said. “Son, it looks like you have learned a lot, I am so happy for you. But let’s see, you are thirty years old, a grown man and your knowledge has grown, now son, what do you think you should do about this”?

What he said to me at that moment will never be forgotten. He has hit me with fists, and hateful words, and now these words, the truth of all truths that I could ever receive. The minutes from that moment on, my dad planted a seed into my soul that began with silent roots finding and taking hold to stay. I finally was able to talk, but I didn’t know how to say that I love him, so I said that I should be leaving back to Austin because it was a long drive. He understood, we shook hands like two men just finishing a transaction. But for me, the roots were growing more, and germination was feeding the Plant. The strength of it all made my heart open, first with hours of weeping. I am waiting for my new schooling to come up. Based on my past, for the new coming. For the damages ingoings, I did to my dad, even if he did need it. For the grief and joy. These are the waters that my dad gave me that day.

Dick, Thank you for being my Dad

I was a Yound Traveler

I was a lousy student. I was happy when I was at school; it was the place that I felt safe. Sadly, I did not go there to learn but to be satisfied. I am sure it would be easy to do booth simulations, but I didn’t want to learn. I am not saying I could blame this on my dad, just because he wanted me to be smart and have a successful working life when I was older. But with that, I was rebellious to the way we were. It is time for me to say that my part in this howl ting is fifty, fifty in our dynamics.

 When I was 16, I could feel it in my bones that I was going to leave the nest early. By the time I was preparing to leave, the only thing that I had to get was the courage. I talked to some of my friends about it at school. I was sure that I would like to leave, but I wondered if this was us. The other kids my age were trying to talk me out of it. I needed their input, and that is what made it harder for me just to get up and run. The dilemma was a little war in my heart.  

The first time I left home, I went to the 10 highway and held out my hand to get a ride. It did not take long for me to get a ride. A gentleman stopped and wanted to know if I needed a ride. I didn’t know if it was a good thing to do because it was the first time I rode with a person who didn’t know, but I went for it anyway. We had a good time visiting and talking. They asked me a lot of questions. He asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a writer. He asked If I had been published, I said yes. I then asked me who I posted for, and I told him that it was for Time magazine. He asked me where it was in the magazine. I told him it was toward the back of the magazine. He asked me if I wanted to go to his house and have some fun. I told him no because I need to get to the train station. He asked me where I was going, and I told him I was going to Tuazon, Arizona. That is where he let me out of the care and wished me well, but the last thing he said was where they do not have your writing in Time Magazine, then he left. I did not say a word, but I bet I had red cheeks of impressment.

All of My Brothers

Hello Brother Juliane. Whenever I get a call or an email from you, it always makes me happy even when I am already happy. So maybe today is a happy day for me to overdo it because it is so great that you got the book. Your enthusiasm for the book is also happy not for me. 

The ranch is in great shape this year. The doges are doing well and wee love this place. I have to tell you that yesterday we got out of the ranch to go visit a Texas State Park, the name,  Hueco Tanks. Maybe you already know the place. The first time I was taking there I was 3 years old. It is now of the most awesome place in the desert Still for me a person who was borne in the Deseret. It was me, Marcy and our daughter. We walked in the bottom of the placer where it was beautiful with plants. Then we went to the top of a mount and could see long distances. After spending at the rach every day do to the coronavirus for a couple of months, getting out in the desert. 

By the way, sometime I will be going with a friend to go to the tope of Texas, that being Guagdae Mountains. I now that you no this but I wanted to let you now that the plane is time to get ready. I will now more about the exact time we are going to go. 

I look forward to the one you let me know what you think about the book once you get into it. 

My Brother in Christ

Rick Jordan

Entering the world

I am Richard Alan Jordan Junior. I was born June 30, 1948, In El Paso, Texas, at about 6 am, the first son of a sizable family. My father, Richard Alan Jordan, and Norma Jean Vines, my mother. Hour house was right on the edge of Cotton Fields. 

When I first found out that I was a person, I was about five years old. On most mornings, my mother let me and my dog, Rusty. The usual thing was to sit on the edge of the porch and enjoy the sunrise. And that was a lot for me to delight in, and Rusty liked it too. He never got far from me. During the early morning, the sun was just starting to show itself and letting everyone else not see it. But for sure, Rusty and I were heading to meet the son to see things a little better than warmer, then allowing the people around to do what when they leave them home.

Rusty and I are always ready to see that the first sun reaches the end of the yard, where the due changes give the grass a taste of the water before the heat takes over. Rusty and I figured out that the sun was moving toward us at a rate of 12 minutes. Sometimes we stayed until the sun reached us. No matter though, we were going to wait until the milkman came. He was the first person for us to stay with until the other came out of the house. 

Cotton fields were yonder the backside of the houses only to reach was by going across the ditch, which is a mine and Rusty favored to go when the day. This easy day was days can only go back to my dreams