Finding The Godfather of Organized Pain

When I was growing up, we lived on a farm with 6 kids. Pop’s brother, Gene, would say, “Y’all could tear up an anvil bare-footed.” Pop picked up that expression faster than a shiny dime. We would always hear it as he was fixing whatever mess that we just created. There were a lot of …

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