I was searching for my childhood copy of Uncle Remus stories, the topic of which had come up lately as part of a conversation about racial divides in this country. It’s hard to find a copy of those stories today that has not been edited to make it more acceptable. I’m told…
Grandma was 70 years old when I was born. I don’t know if she and Grandpa made the 500-mile trip from their house to ours on such an auspicious occasion. I do know that they did make that drive occasionally. More often, however, and too often it seemed to me, Mom and Dad would pile…