When my family moved out to the “suburbs” of Mobile, AL, I spent a lot of time by myself. Most afternoons, as soon as my dad got home, I was expected to work with him in the yard, or help him with some never-ending project on the house, until dinner or dark-thirty, whichever came first.
We bought our five acres, which to this day still sits in the middle of a large wood, from a family member whose first name was simply, “Joe.”
Postulates & Pastimes 