How a distinctly bachelor lifestyle ultimately led to marriage.
When I first moved to South Georgia from Texas years ago, I was single and had in tow the proudest achievement of my life: my daughter, Emily. She was a beautiful, gangly, tomboyish daddy's girl - still is - and we were pretty much inseparable. As it turned out, I guess I was an OK dad, but I never was much of a mom. Domestic chores weren't my thing; I mean, if the rig was greased and the oil changed, what's a few beer cans and dirty clothes around the place, in the grand scheme of things?