By Charlie Melton
When I was a short, fat, child (before I was a short, fat, adult) I assembled a bait shop and had a grand opening at the end of our lane. I had all sizes of crawdads, worms, and even the coveted Catalpa worms. Since we lived more than a mile from the nearest hard road, I had little traffic and no customers. It was the first of many business failures. I’d say that forces I didn’t understand affected me.
It’s like when my dear Grandmother Fern convinced me to grow turnips to make lots of money. I planted the seeds along the edges of the fields. I was unable to sell even a pound of the bumper crop. I figured the potato cartel ruined my dreams. It was a force I didn’t understand. [Read more...]