The Name?

Well, long ago in a land far away (before I was married), I dated a girl who's father invited me to go on a float trip with him and his buddy's. This was before cell phones and CD players, but every truck in our convoy had a CB radio in it. Of course, everyone knows that if you have a CB radio, you have to have a "handle" and since I was wearing overalls and had no "handle", the guy I was riding with gave me a handle - "Plowboy" I must have looked pretty pathetic to be called Plowboy. I guess it fit a little bit, anyway it stuck and I was called Plowboy the rest of the trip and beyond by some.

That's the short story!

1st Post

This is my first post on my first blog. Hope this site will be interesting and informative. I pray that I may be able to help someone along the way. Maybe even help you to avoid mistakes I have made along this journey of life.