“The South smells of red cedar and red dirt … She tastes of Gulf shrimp and coarse-ground grits. She sounds like shotshells at a Saturday dove shoot and is seen through live oak boughs draped with Spanish moss.
The South moves slowly enough to be known.” – Flip Pallot In the South, two things come to mind this time of year: it’s almost college football season and almost dove...
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