For 10 years, I’ve been a certified scuba diver. While I can’t claim that I’ve been to all sorts of exotic, international locales to
explore underwater haunts, the activity is intriguing, nonetheless, and I’ve dived extensively in freshwater locations around
the state. When I learned to scuba dive, I did all of the work and studying from a thick workbook given to
me by my instructor. Then, once a week for six weeks (I think), I would leave my classroom at Childress High School, drive
two hours to Amarillo, and take classes that started at 6 p.m. in a public, indoor swimming pool. When the class adjourned around
8 p.m., I’d drive home and do it all over again the next week. While the in-pool classes were  finished, I still wasn’t done. To read more pick up the September 2015 issue of NTFR.