This story is about a feller out in West Texas, not someone I knew. But when I heard him tell the story it was just like I was listening to my Dad, Cecil Lewis telling a story.
With it having dynamite and blasting caps involved, it brought it around to me even more. Cecil Lewis had this thing about shootin dynamite and it didn’t always result in the best of circumstances. But all that said, when Cec was messing with dynamite, there was going to be some excitement before it was all said and done.
Watching this story sure made me homesick for my growing up years and the chance to learn from the master.
Angora Chronicles 