Along with being a great mechanic, my father was also the king of B.S. You know, that fertilizer that comes from a male bovine. Yeah, my dad could sling it with the best of them. One story my father would always "B.S." about involved a certain famous American architect and a tractor.

Plus, as far as truthfulness is concerned, I don't recall the story changing much every time he told it. If there was embellishment involved in my father's Frank Lloyd Wright story, it must have been done when he first started telling his eyewitness account. There is no "Dead Sea Scrolls" version of my father's story to verify its historicity. And one more thing, I dont think my dad was the type of guy to make up a story about seeing another man naked.