The beloved old black man pulled me close, looked me in the eyes and said, “You didn’t lose because you gave a hunnud pussent. That’s what winning takes.”
In reading and writing, I found rhyme and reason, but not in arithmetic.
One afternoon, when Jaybird and I were lounging on his front porch looking across my father’s Mississippi Delta farm, I told him that my teacher’s explanation of percentages went right over my head.
