Retiring Back Home
I was born and raised on a pork and dairy farm just outside of a town so small that it took the IRS three tries to find it. The directions to the farm started with "Once you leave the blacktop...". A lot happened in 1970 just across the state line into Virginia. Mom and Pop didn't care much about what happened outside the county except for the commodity prices. It was the year I was born. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Turner. I learned a lot by watching my dad and Uncle Walt fix everything...