Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
The bulk of the story is concerned with the little town of Gull Lake, Alberta, Canada. There is some background first, so please bear with me. First of all, this is a rare post in this series that contains a considerable amount of profanity. There was no way to tell the story properly without it.
Second, I did not know this man. I saw him only once at a restaurant in Gull Lake. He certainly made an impression, though!