Just as he appeared out of thin air, he disappeared into thin air. That was the last I ever saw of one of the strangest men I have ever known: Eerie Ed Eddards
Of all the men with whom I worked during two decades as manager of my father’s Mississippi Delta farm, Ed Eddards was the strangest. Eerie describes him better. One day when my lifelong friend and mentor Jaybird and I were repairing a tractor’s flat tire, he appeared suddenly.
“I need a job,” he said abruptly, causing us to whirl around. Growling, Guv’nuh, my Doberman Pinscher, scooted close against my leg, and Jaybird whispered, “Something ain’t right about that man.”