for a moment.
 
 "Everything all right?" he asked.
 
 "Everything's wonderful, Daddy."
 
 "Harley's got some big decisions to make about
 
 his life now," he said still looking after him. "I know. We talked about that. He's going to
 
 see about getting into a school. You know how
 
 talented he is with his construction art, and how he is
 
 interested in planning buildings and bridges and
 
 things. He could be good at it. Daddy. He really
 
 could!"
 
 "Okay, honey."
 
 "Maybe you can help him. too. Daddy." "I'll certainly try," he said. "Just be careful
 
 about one thing, honey. Be careful about your
 
 investment in people. Too often, we are disappointed
 
 in our relationships," he advised. "You've got to be
 
 s
 
 ecure about yourself first. Get your feet well planted before you lean in one direction or another. That way you won't fall on your face. You understand what I mean?" he asked, his eyes scrutinizing my face
 
 carefully.
 
 "Yes, Daddy. I do." I smiled. "You want me to
 
 be like Mr. Oak Tree.
 
 "Oak Tree'?" He looked out at it. "Oh. Yes,
 
 that's it. That's it exactly," he said. Then he put his
 
 arm around me as we walked to the house.
 
 The next day was Harley's graduation
 
 ceremony. He never looked more handsome. and Aunt
 
 Glenda and Uncle Roy were so impressive in their
 
 new clothes and styled hair, they attracted a lot more
 
 attention. Mommy and I held hands, especially when
 
 the graduates paraded in and onto the stage. After the
 
 speeches, the principal began to call out the traditional