Billy Porterfield either had the good sense to take great notes growing up or has a fantastic memory. Regardless, the result is a fascinating account of growing up in the oil patch of West Texas. Billy and his family moved twenty two times with his dad chasing those wild cat wilds of the past. Most of their travels were in a big Hudson Terraplane and whenever anyone asked where they were headed the standard reply was "Diddy Waw Diddy". Which a substitute word for whatever one wanted it to be...similar to Seinfeld's now famous yada, yada, yada.
This book is filled with belly laughs that will keep you turning the pages for more but the best for me was the story about the woman who left her husband until he built her a dream home. After a few months it's finished and she returns to the find beautiful three story home awaiting her. It wasn't until she walked into the front door did she realize that it was only 12 feet wide and the back was a drive-in movie screen.
This book is out of print but if you can run across a copy you'll find a very amusing look at the authentic life of families involved with helping to lubricate this country's industry toward the end of the Great Depression.