You Might be a Rodeo Goat - cont'd....
General
It was the night before the February 17, 1985 Daytona Race, Momma didn't go that year because I was expecting my youngest son at anytime. However, my Step-Dad, Brothers and several others did go. I am in the labor room and in horrible pain!!! The nurse comes in and tells me that I have a phone call, WHAT in the world...not only am I in labor, but this is a hospital..who in the world will let you take a call in the labor room? I have always been close to my brothers, and sure enough..it was HB, he had called home and found out where I was. Called the hospital and insisted to speak with me...and there is NO telling what he told that sweet little nurse, either..LOL I take the phone, and to say he was a little inebriated would be a major understatement...but he told me he loved me, and had to call me and tell me so. I really don't remember all he said...hey..I was in hard labor...but it had something to do with Daytona...racin', good time....and yotta..yotta..yotta. Sure enough, Jeremy was born after midnight on the day of the race. His name....Jeremy "Cash"...his Daddy had won the hat money..that day..so Cash it was. And Ole Bill from Dawsonville was the winner at Daytona......and...I, my dear brother, HB will never forget or stop loving you for that special phone call!!!