Too frail and puny to play with the other boys, Caldwell spends his solitary days sitting high up in his favorite tree. There, hidden behind a veil of Spanish moss, he takes from his pocket an old Bull Durham sack in which he keeps the mementos of rural Southern boyhood/sensitive division: a frog’s skull, a cameo with half the face sliced off, and the pennies that closed his grandfather’s eyes. Caldwell would be content to spend the rest of the... Read more