I was born on a cold dreary January night. The winds were angry that day, my friends! My parents had endured a 20 year farming rift but survived by trading labor and a plow hitch. One morning there was a knock on the door, "who's there!", belted my father. It's me Daniel, Doctor Riley! I bring good news to you and the misses. Your wife is with child. My dad swelled with tears of joy and said in a weeping voice, "LonghornCatholic he shall be called. He shall be called LonghornCatholic". Since then I've been to jail, almost killed a seal lion at San Diego zoo, and was told by Earl Campbell once to get out of the way. I'm the 7th son of a 7th son, play bongo and conga drums. Have a degree in Organizational Management, didn't get my legal middle name until I was 11, was stopped at Canadian border and handed them my baptismal certificate. The Canuck said, what is this!? My birth certificate and passport. He said, No It's Not! I had grabbed the wrong documents. I told him, well, at least you know I'm Christian. He laughed and let me return. My daughter graduated from UT in December and I adopted two biological brothers who are 7 and 8. They came directly from the hosipal so they have always been ours. I expose them to as much music as I can. I took them to Chubby Checker concert and he invited them on stage a couple of weeks ago. It was too cool. The man actually puts on a great show. I recommend it. I have video if interested. The movie The Rookie, that's my high school. I'm a manager at utility company in Midland. My territory covers from Sweetwater to Monahans. My wife is Canadian, an RN and has degree in psychology. My dad taught me two main things; he would say, "Son, if you're going to be a football fan, then be a Texas Longhorn fan. And son! If you're going to be religious, then be Catholic". In other words, if I'm gonna do something, then do it right. Some of this stuff might be BS.
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