Daddy and I left for St. Louis, right after my "tacky" birthday party (the guests were asked to dress in an unusual manner). The two of us rode in our green piano truck with Clayton Smith Pianos painted in big black letters on each side. The purpose of the trip was to purchase used upright pianos to repair and sell in the store. At night, we parked along the highway and slept in the back of the truck. Since I had never traveled beyond the Gulf Coast, the hilly terrain we encountered was a huge surprise. Daddy let me eat french fries at every meal the entire trip.