... from the jug behind one of the wagon wheels. Uncle Thurman jotted down the weight in the little book the gin provided all the farmers, compliments of Garrett's Snuff. "Hey, I had more than that," I informed him after seeing the weight he had marked by my name. "No you didn't, big ... ripped and slashed through Jonesboro, only three miles away, on the other side of the Ridge. While I was living in Fort Smith, a spring storm blew an awning onto the hood of the car. Another time, hail pounded the car until it ...
