When Kenny had a ranch in Mexico and was going back and forth a lot, so he bought a helicopter. He also used it to look at projects around the state. It was pretty handy.
I had a lease agreement with him, so when I’d need to get around to take care of business it was at my disposal. To make sure I was as cool as my brother I built a helipad at my house. The pilot would fly in, grab me and we could leave Bertram and be in Arlington, Tx in an hour and twenty minutes.
One day a few years ago he was flying me up to Lubbock to look at a project we were bidding. It was early morning. I ran over to the store to grab something while I waited on my ride. I had bunch of stuff I was carrying along so when I got back I pulled up close to the pad.
In a short while he landed and we went headed to Lubbock. Late that afternoon Madeline called me to see if there was a reason for my Suburban to be setting there with the engine running. Son Mike happen to come by and noticed it.
I had pulled up and left it running that morning. Even more amazing, it was setting there running with it still in drive for about 10 hours.
Now with the days of the helicopter far in our past, I feel like a pimp without a ￼whore except I’ve got a helicopter pad with no helicopter.
This is right where I parked that morning and made a mad dash across the cattle guard to the helicopter.