He could have owned the thing outright. But he didn't. He went door to door and sold shares so the community could share in the bank and own a part of it.

My granddaddy was Man of the Year for Agriculture in 1950 for the whole county. He blended the socialism from his parents with capitalism.

We could have sold that property and made a lot of money, selling it to some distribution center that would just mean a lot of trucks going in and out.

We are a community-minded family. We were raised to give back.

I’m burning all the time. My pockets full of matches and lighters, the blue smoke crawling out like a skinny ghost from between my lips. My lungs on fire, the wings of them falling from the open sky.

It is kind of insatiable.