Sometime in the mid-1990s he and home drug a travel trailer all over the country.
Decided to cross into Canada at one point, stopped at the customs station while the agent went over pickup and trailer witha fine-toothed comb.
Finally in exasperation, he walked up to dad and said:
"OK, where is it??"
"Where is what?"
"Your gun. All you Texans have a gun somewhere. Where is it?"
I guess he didn't know Dad was a Yankee by birth.
