by James W. Chesnut

I was born in Midland, Texas, in 1944, and I couldn’t wait to leave. At least that was true the first three times I left as an adult. Anticipation of going off to school at McMurry College in Abilene was the first instance. But after the JFK assassination in November of ’63, nothing made much sense, and I lost what little interest I had in higher education. I returned home in the Spring of ’64 to work in my family’s construction business. In the fall, however, I enrolled in Odessa College and commuted daily with Todd Aaron as the co-pilot of my ’64 VW Bug. I was tired of building houses in the West Texas heat.

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