Rant of an Oilman’s Son My father is an oilman. I grew up in Texas, going out to the derricks with him. When I saw a puddle of that dark s...
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Drank a lot of beer and Scotch on a bus from Oban to Ft. William back to Oban once, looking for a notebook. Nobody bothered me. It was wet, and the sheep on the hills looked like puddles of cream leaking away.
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