Demon Of Intemperance

The Mississippi Delta is known for its characters. Just as flatlanders categorize miniscule rainfall differences, ranging from “spits” to “frog drowners,” they also categorize characters, from those with benign idiosyncrasies, to those shockingly short of scruples, to raving lunatics roaming unrestrained among sane folks. Everybody knows everybody in the Delta, and everybody either knows a few characters, is kin to a mess of them, or IS a character. I’m a Delta boy, and folks claim I’m a character. I’m not, although I did flock with a few when I farmed the flat land.