That’s because the 50-year-old lives in a trailer, so anywhere he parks, it is home.
Currently, he lives in Beeville, where he is about to start work as an 18-wheel truck driver hauling waste water from the Eagle Ford shale project.
Cooper has written cowboy poems and more recently a book — due out this month — that he is self-publishing, titled “Coop’s Corner Collection.”
It contains 15 short stories and 25 story-poems.
“It’s really a corner-store of ideas,” he says.
The common denominator is that the stories all deliver a moral principle.
“They include love, honor, duty, respect and self-sacrifice — all the things that make a human being noble,” he says.
“I think reading should be for a purpose, not just for entertainment,” he adds.
“I usually outline the idea in a notebook and then transfer it to a computer,” he says. “It’s weird. The ideas usually come to me in whole pieces. It comes out in big gushes; it just flows.”
Cooper earned a master’s in biblical studies at the Andersonville Theological Seminary in Camilla, Ga., and also holds a certificate in ministry from Howard Payne University in Brownsville.
“I’ve read the Bible 18 times,” he says.
On the secular side, he has attended a Texas A&M firefighting school and is a certified welding inspector.
One of the short stories, “Weldon’s Stupid Kid,” admittedly autobiographical, is a humorous account of his foibles during his first trip as a youngster to an Odessa oil field with his father.
“It’s a valuable lesson in humility,” Cooper laughs, “and it also shows that it takes a real man to show control when you have energetic children.”
He says his book is targeted at pre-teens and above but that it can be read by almost anyone.
Cooper also has re-written the Ten Commandments in cowboy style “for giggles and grins.”
An example: Commandment five: “Mind your Pa and your Ma and you might live to a ripe old age.”
Cooper grew up in the Midland-Odessa area, one of six children of his oil-field father and his housewife mother. It’s a time he readily admits he prefers.
“Breakfast every morning back then was bacon and eggs and biscuits — never cold cereal.
But the best memory, perhaps, is of his father.
“Dad had an ear for music,” he remembers. He could play any instrument. His name is the first word in the book, “because he had no opportunity to leave his legacy with his name on it.”
Bill Clough is a reporter at the Bee-Picayune and can be reached at 358-2550, ext. 122, or at beepic@mySouTex.com.