I suppose one can easily imagine the load shifting in the van and the wild look in my then young eyes as the load moved up the ramp. Unfortunately I cannot adequately describe the critical look on my father-in-law's weathered west Texas face as he stood folded arm off to the side. I also moved houses with him for a couple of summers. Now that was even more fun.
I can about picture it. Born in Texas with plenty relatives still there.
One question . . . maybe 2.
--You still married to his daughter?
--He ever decide you were worth keeping around and treating like a peer?