By Andy Snyder We’ve got something worth remembering today.
You see, an old friend of ours owns one of the county’s largest farms. To get to his home, we turn off a sleepy country road and bump our way down a long gravel driveway. It rattles our teeth and keeps unwanted folks from knocking on the old farmer’s door.
Just before his house comes into view beyond a grassy hill, there lies an old cemetery.
It’s the kind of place you’d bury your kin if you’re in a hurry to get the corn out of the field. The small, humble plot of land seems quite pleased …read more
