The good kind of pot
I look up at the sky and see white and dark clouds moving southeast like a herd of sheep being driven by the winds behind the weather front that passed over East Tennessee.
The frontal passage from the northwest brought in much colder temperatures. It was 36 degrees at 10 a.m. on this late November morning.
Our family got up early. Mama had breakfast ready at 6 a.m.
Today is a very important day in our way of life in 1958. It’s hog killing day.
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