Foster Dickson

It was five years this month that I took my then-five-year-old son to his first monster truck show in Montgomery’s Garrett Coliseum. I had been looking forward to taking him, since my dad regularly took my brother and me to tractor pulls and car crushes in this same venue when we were kids in the 1970s and ’80s. My son had also been a lover of all things motorized since he could move around on this own, and had begged to go to this event . . . He lasted about twenty minutes in the noise.