This is a picture of a race drive named Johnny Whtie. Johnny White was a driver of some fame. This is a picture of him in the car he drove to 4th place in the 1964 Indianapolis 500. Sadly less than a month after that race he was severely injured in a sprint car race in my home town Terre Haute, Indiana at a track they called the Action Track. He never walked again suffering from the injuries incurred on that day. He remained in the hospital in Terre Haute for sometime after the accident. My mother worked the night shift at the hospital and often cared for him. Often I would visit him and do some favors for him. I often have thought about him and others when I think of how sometimes we can love something "to a fault."
Below is something I wrote April 17, 2012
Just some thoughts:
Her telephone rang ‘bout a quarter to nine, / she heard his voice on the other end of the line
She wondered what was wrong this time; / she never knew what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him it could be anything and
She always expected the worst in the back of her mind.
He said, “It’s cold out here and I’m all alone,
I didn’t make the short go again and I’m coming home.
I know I’ve been away too long. / I never got a chance to write or call
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I’ll be home soon and honey is there something wrong?
She said, “Don’t bother comin’ home. / By the time you get here I’ll be gone.
There’s somebody new and he sure ain’t no rodeo man.”
He said, “I’m sorry it’s come down to this. /There’s so much about you that I’m gonna miss
But it’s alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I still make Cheyenne
He left that phone danglin’off the hook, /then slowly turned around and gave one last look
Then he just walked away
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line
Gotta go baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
April 17, 2012