One of my favorite stories about my Dad is this one…  When he was a young man and still living at home, he would go down to Ruskin Cave to hear music and socialize.  And as anyone who knew my Pop knows, he loved to laugh and have a good time.  My grandmother Mary raised 8 kids, 6 of them boys.  So you know she was tough.  I remember her being a strong, stern little woman (I was convinced for a while she was shrinking as I got older.  It didn’t occur to me for a while that I was getting taller…).  Anyway, my Pop had partied long into the night, and drug himself home in the wee hours of the morning.  He had sat down on the edge of his bed, pulled off one boot, and was reaching for the other foot when Mamaw Yates came into the room and said “About time you were getting up.  There’s work to do.”  From what I heard, he didn’t even argue…just pulled his boot back on and went down for breakfast.  Bet that was a long day in the fields…