I used to know Bobby Goodson years ago, although not well. He and several of his brothers used to log for my Father, when he was Contract Supervisor with Weyerhaeuser in these parts. Bobby is good people. Kenneth was also top notch, but he has passed on. Kenneth's wife loved the business, and used to spend a lot of time in the woods with him.
My dad told me a story years ago about Bobby. As the story goes, Bobby stopped by at the official watering hole one evening after work, as was his usual ritual. Inside the establishment was a rather overweight individual who used to work for Bobby. Mister Lardass started talking trash to Bobby. Bobby is a patient guy, but enough finally was enough. When Bobby finally got up to educate Mister Lardass, the fat one made a bee line for the bathroom, and locked himself inside. As the story goes, Bobby went out to his pickup, grabbed a saw, headed back inside, and sawed through the bathroom door. As the sawing was in process, Mister Lardass managed to shinny through a very small window in the bathroom, and effect a very manly retreat.
Back then, the Goodsons used to LOVE Brockway trucks. With 318 Detroits, aka double breasted Yamahas. They sure could move some wood, and they had a more stable work force than most outfits in these pasts.