We Sho’ Gonna Miss That Dog
Back in the old, old days, Uncle Coochie’s grandfather and my great-grandfather, Sam Ben, owned a big ol’ stretch of land that backed right up to the Waccamaw River. That Lowcountry soil was as black and rich as a preacher’s voice on Easter Sunday—some of the best farm dirt in the South.
April 18, 2025
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