I guess it kind of stemmed from my father. He was a union guy working for the meat plant down in Kansas City. He was a union guy, and I guess it was just in my blood.
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My father was a meat worker. He was a union organizer in the meat workers union.
One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.
I don't know how it started but someone must have noticed I was always chewing tobacco or smoking a pipe.
I think it had something to do with my love of music, especially rock music.
It is something that is called MDS. It is a rare blood disorder that affects the bone marrow. I'm going to beat this. My doctors say it and my faith says it.
When I was born, my father was a copper miner in Butte, Montana. It was a hard-core, blue-collar situation.
It's good to know where you come from. It makes you what you are today. It's DNA, it's in your blood.
My grandfather, Harry Ferguson, was a butcher in Hill of Beath; so even though my grandparents lived in some poverty, we got loads of beef. My grandmother, Meg, was a fine Scottish cook who did slow cooking.
My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.
I'm a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows.