Toward the end of Dad's tenure they produced a D9!!

>D8, huh?  Biggest I ever got to drive was a D6.  You eat those fish in
>mustard or oil?  My grandpa would eat 'em by the cans full, but I couldn't
>get 'em past my nose.
>
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Bobby Greer [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
>Sent: Wednesday, August 02, 2000 10:42 AM
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>Subject: Re: Spam
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>
>Kyle,
>
>        I am surprised you or Ken have not mentioned sardines and crackers.
>My dad taught me how to eat all that on the road trips where he would go
>out to repair tractors on ranches in Texas. He worked for the Caterpillar
>dealer of South Texas and would take me with him sometimes. Now that is
>what I call quality "male bonding"!! It was great to climb up on a D8 and
>knock down some mesquites as a "test drive"
>
>We ate all kinds of poor man's delights back then.
>
>Bobby