My Dad

November 13, 1921 this little boy came into the world. The story was  that he was born on the kitchen table on the homestead farm outside of Loomis, Nebraska. This was in the days when the mother stayed in bed for a week, and help came in to tend to the new mama and baby. Russell Lamont Harris….a big name for a little boy.  My dad liked to tell stories of when he was little, growing up on the farm with his brother KB. My uncle’s name was actually Kenneth Bruce, but he was always  called KB.

One story that stands out in my mind was one of my dad riding his bicycle with a rabid dog in pursuit. He rode his bike under the windmill and grabbed onto the closest bar to pull himself off and climbed to safety. His dad then came out and shot the dog.  Dad…