Posted on 05/30/2017 7:29:52 AM PDT by Sean_Anthony
Growing up on the Mississippi Delta
After a just-right, late May rain gave my father’s young cotton crop a much-needed soaking, halting fieldwork on his Mississippi Delta farm, my boyhood best friend and mentor, Jaybird, offered to take my cousin Hunter and me fishing.
The night before, we boys pitched a tent in Jaybird’s yard, knowing the old black man, a master storyteller, would entertain us with breathtaking tales as we sat around the campfire.
The joke was wicked, but I LOL.
I thought a catamount was a homosexual???
Oh wait, that’s a catamite!
Never mind.
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