DeWitt column: On Dad’s dash

You can learn volumes about your father just by climbing into the seat of Old Dad’s pickup and conducting a thorough examination of the truck’s contents, if you are brave enough.For example, there is this flat surface in my Dad’s truck that he calls a dashboard, but Momma refers to as an “abomination” that she is going to have a “field day” with the next time she is spring cleaning. I, however, am struck with envy, awe, fear and the utter […]  » Read More