Some discussion has revealed that the man who is digging out my pond is the wealthiest man living in the nearby town. He owns his own bulldozer and backhoe and a big truck to pull them around on.
I've never seen him when his hands and clothes weren't filthy. He drives an old truck. He is plain-spoken and humble. Yesterday I took him out a cold, smoked turkey leg for lunch and he was as gracious as if I presented him with a feast. He is an entirely pleasant person to be around.
The richest man in town indeed. Apparently you get that way in this part of Texas by digging holes. Lord but it's good to be back home.
