Sometimes, we would have close calls… Harold's parents were dead and he was raised by an aunt who had a nice Ford car. Harold picked us all up one Sunday, I think we went swimming in Cub Lake. Anyway, when he was coming down Rainey's road, which was a single lane, he was going too fast when he hit some loose gravel and turned the car over in the ditch. It slid on its side some distance, then righted itself back into the road. However, the whole side of the car was caved in. Fortunately, no one was hurt. (Note: seat belts had not been invented yet.) None of us were angels, I think Bus was probably the closest to being one, and he was first to argue about some of the shenanigans we pulled. I recall we ran out of gas next to a rural cemetery and some people were decorating a grave, and no one around their car. When Yost noticed that, he got out his piece of hose that he carried and drew out a gallon or so of gas and we took off. These were the things Bus frowned upon.
Bus had a beautiful voice and was in demand to sing in church, funerals, and weddings, etc. In fact, at a much later date, Bus sang at both my dad's and mother's funerals. He also sang once a week at a Coldwater Radio Station. If he had ever had the right person to take control, he could have really hit it big.
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