“Always pay attention to your surroundings,” Dad always told my sister and I.
Perhaps he said this because he grew up in West Texas during the Depression – a place and time with caution at every turn of a dirt road.
(Dad on right)
And, perhaps he remembered this piece of advice from his stint as one of the original deputies for the county Sheriff’s Department.
(I do remember, though, that toward the end of his life, he stopped needing the advantage point of sitting with his back up against a wall.)
Perhaps Dad was covering his ass – literally.
His maternal grandfather, my great- grandfather, used to tell him”
“Always pay attention ta what’s around ya. ‘Cuz if ya don’t, something’ll come up and bite ya on the butt.”
And perhaps, my great-grandfather said this because he himself didn’t have any teeth.