This is how we roll at my little chicken shit outfit. On Saturdays and Sundays we shorten our gauging routes the best we can and take the kids, still in their payamas, with lots of juice and peanut butter crackers to keep them occupied. They get to be with dad for the entire morning and there is lots of stuff to talk about. Lots of questions to answer.
This is what my dad did for me, over 67 years ago. Same thing. Same age.
This is the American oilfield I love and hold dear to my heart. It's the oilfield that few people even know exist.
One where honor and family comes first. Always.