In 1968, when I returned to the Mississippi Delta after overseas military service, my father hired me as his farm manager. One year, when harvest season was near, he said, “Son, we’ve got a fine cotton crop to gather. I’ll spend all my time in the fields. You’ll have to manage the gin. Jaybird will show you the works.”
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