Reality pierces the heart like
the September sun
burns through
the morning fog.
A painful shaft but for
an instant, that turns into
a flood of warmth,
Penetrating the dampness,
coloring the grey, golden.
Revealing not only the
face of a new day, but also
the truth behind the clouds.
In the 1950’s, South Georgia was pretty much all farmland, except for the small towns where agricultural product processing and transporting were important parts of the economy. Field after field of c
While working for Grimes Publications, I had the opportunity to interview so many incredible people – one of whom was Pine Mountain, Ga., resident and business owner, the late Mr. Al Boyd. He was part
