Wednesday, September 12, 2007
As a young roughneck in the oil fields of Oklahoma and Texas, places where fortunes were made and lost deep within the earth, he saw opportunity. At one point in his life, he invested his own money in drilling. As I understand it, he lost it all, and he was content thereafter to manage oilrigs for big corporations around the world. He worked in the Shah’s Iran in the halcyon days, Malaysia and anywhere else the oil flowed underground.
Last night my Uncle Jim died, leaving untold stories and a family who loved him and grandchildren who will come to know their grandfather only through the stories of others.