Country Boy?
My father's people were share croppers from Alabama. As a simple rule because that life was very hard. They felt it wasn't worth saying anything or starting a fight if you didn't know what you were talking about. Other wise you were looked at as a simple fool who had no worth other than worthless fighting. Turns out my father's people by the 80's had become wealthy following that rule evidenced by the lumber mills and construction companies they founded. Picking cotton to owning companies in 40 years on Sand Mountain, Alabama.
Yeppers I know "country boy". I'm being the best one I can be.

Well from one country boy to the next.

Grew up in central Africa, parents were Baptist Missionaries to the Bayaka tribe in the old Belgian Congo. We had walking water (carried in buckets), a 2 hole outhouse, a mud mortared 4 room house with a grass roof, and the Kwango River for our bath tub/swimming hole. What a life! My brother and I lived the life of Tom Sawyer, fishing, hunting , and trapping, whenever we could get out of the house to run around with our native friends.
