Hey folks, I’m Harlin and am going to tell you a story. Some say that I made it all up but I’m telling you that it’s all true. You can believe it or not, but I’m sticking with it.

I’m just a country boy who happened into a situation. I don’t doubt it a bit that you would have handled things as well or probably better than I did, but there I was and someone had to do something. It’s just like my grandpa told me every chance he got, “When the going gets rough, you have do do what you have to do.” So I did.

Let me tell you what happened and then you can decide for yourself. Did it really happen or am I just full of it?

I have lived down a one lane road off the highway all my life. It’s pretty much what you might expect. An old farmhouse where my grandpa was a boy and my folks and four brothers called home. I won’t go on about that since that’s not the story I am telling you. Even so, home is a place where you can get some good air and raise some hell now and then. If you know, you know and if not, I sure don’t have time to educate you about being a country boy. I’ll just leave it at that.

I still don’t know what got into me but one Tuesday morning I got it in my head that I needed to pack up and take the train to the big city to find out what that was all about. So That’s what I did and there’s where this story starts. (Press play and hear Harlen’s story.)