Richard McKenzie Neal
One should never equate education and/or intelligence to wisdom…
Richard was born in Hope, Arkansas (Bill Clinton’s boyhood home), in 1941 and his father was gone prior to Richard turning two years old. He never knew the man, but attended his funeral as a sixteen-year-old.
Before boarding a Greyhound bus for California, at seventeen, Richard knew two stepfathers and a number of others who were just passing through. During those teen years, before succumbing to the beckoning allure of the outside world, Richard worked at an assortment of low-paying jobs. Summers were spent in the fields…picking cotton and/or watermelons and baling hay. He also worked as a plumber’s helper and a carhop at the local drive-in burger stand.
After dropping out of school, eloping and landing in California, he soon realized how far out of his element he had ventured. And without the guidance of his “Constant Companion,” Richard would have spent a lifetime floundering in a sea of ignorance and ineptness…and this book would not exist.
This is Richard’s second book driven by his son’s heroin addiction. He had hoped not to author a sequel, but the first book (Fridays With Landon) was left open-ended due to historical concerns, which resurfaced. For 25 years the family has endured the emotional highs and lows associated with the chaotic, frustrating and more often than not…heartbreaking task of rescuing one of their own, from the always ebbing and flowing tide of addiction.
The intent of this book is to bring closure…one-way or the other. The author advances several possible scenarios for the ending of this, his last book. But only one of those possibilities is favorable…
Both books were written after retiring from a very rewarding, thirty-six years in the oil industry.