They whoever that may be always says the tree doesn't fall far from the tree and in some respects that is true. I have fallen from trees and I have also fallen from my father's all important tool shed.

Standing about eight foot tall that shed made of trees sent me hurling like today's or yesteryear's newspaper. An acorn that hit with force enough to give me a major goose egg and two weeks of lost memory.

The shed gave me the idea of cars and styles and later proved of greater significance as I could identify car grills or tail fins or some other artwork relating to cars. I can also remember sending off box tops for a Studebaker and it never came.Though I would have it go missing as did some of my belongings in Germany in the 1980s.

Once we got to New York I was in tree heaven and tried to not replicate my Superman routine in Texas.Man,I hope I was not trying to do that. I am afraid of heights and walking off a curb makes me phobic of the height.

In Texas we had a tree or several but in upstate NY we had literally thousands on our 17 acres of land. I would often delve into the deep grass and appreciate the trees for their secrets and mine.

But alas New York is where I came from intrinsically and that is where the heart is. No storm cellar or horny toads.No friend with a macabre collection of toy monsters, guillotines and vampire teeth.We used to ride roads in Burkburnett and he knew every short cut or broken fence.We fried bugs with a magnifying glass and shot spit wads or day dreamed about summer vacation.

As racing become a such a large part of my life. And just now got a call from I-30 Speedway and the track promoter. Unfortunately that race will probably be called with 3-4 in of rain likely. Ouch!!!!! So as you can see my love affair with racing, it's fan and drivers, owners and guests run very deep and as tall as a tree.