Nineteen Seventy Something

I grew up in Nineteen Seventy Something. I know I sound extraold when I reminisce about mygood old days, but hey, I’ve been somewhatimmersed in that time period. Writing a book will do that. The Delta is an interesting place for me. It’s the place I feel comfortable and at home, the place that fits me and knows me best. For so long it was my entire world—our house on Highway 140, that yard my sister and I mowed every single week, those fields that represented our livelihood, our clouds float...