I haven’t written in a couple of weeks. One week by choice, the other interrupted by severe weather. My last column was about the place where a friend of mine was raised here in rural Wilcox County. It is adjacent to where we both live. This is a column, not a book, so sometimes it just has to end and that is when the craft of writing comes into play. I ended that column on a happy note, as so it was. But there was a rest of the story. And I don’t seem to be able to free myself...

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