Listen to a letter I received from a friend of mine in Laurel, Mississippi, a few months ago.

"A few years ago when Lessie and I moved back to Laurel I took on the job of trying to sell a farm that was left to Lessie and her two sisters and one brother. After a period of a year or so of being unsuccessful at the task, I decided to buy the other shares and keep the farm in the family for future years. The farm was overgrown because of many years of neglect.

One of the beauty spots of the farm that I always loved was a large oak tree growing along the edge of a fishing pond that lay between two rolling pastures. When we began to clear the grown over fence lines and pastures, I found this area completely covered with kudzu vines. You, being from South Mississippi, know kudzu vines can choke…