Rivers & Bridges 6: Always Slipped Me Twenties

Driving through Ennis, Texas.  Gonna be a parade today, The Spirit of 1976.  Tried ranching cows on the side, think he broke even, but we always had meat.  Ran them TI production lines, had to ban all spit cups one time due to a spill that shut down the operation.  Dipping was still allowed, true dippers drank the juice anyhow, he reasoned.

With some cash to flash, it was a 280ZX.  Uncle Lou set him up right, silver with wings and a back grill, ditched the fly cover, felt it took away from the look.  Got my first speeding ticket on Forest Lane in Dallas, cruising in that car.  Wasn't supposed to leave the McKinney city limits, but whatever, it made perfect sense at the time.  Always gave grace and mercy when I got busted, always bailed me out of jams, always slipped me twenties.

Went crazy, then found his way back to sane.  He had all the times, went to Timbucktoo and back.  Broke some hearts, broke some bones, broke some pride, couldn't make a 4-foot putt.  Calmed it down in Wisconsin, his decades in Texas wore him out good. Dug the Lord, believed it all, every Word, Word.