My grandfather was many things. A devout Christian, a Baptist Sunday school teacher, a 32nd order Mason, really a Shriner, the fire chief of the fire department in Wilmington N.C. To me, he was larger than life, and I loved him. He’s the one who would give me a paper grocery bag and tell me to go into the backyard and climb the pecan tree, and then bring him some pecans. And then he and my mother taught me how... Read more