As a boy growing up in rural Alabama, just across the Chattahoochee River from Columbus, Ga., I often spent my late summer afternoons following an English setter through a cornfield. We would go into the corn, Prissy and I, at the edge of the pasture that came with… Read More
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Boyhood memories haunt harvest fields
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Boyhood memories haunt harvest fields