There are two political truisms: Old people vote and Republicans eat their young.

Toward the end, a band that had a young fellow from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania—I remember on account of him saying it two or three times and laughing every time that he did—played a song called ‘All...

We ate our fill, but there was more left when we was done. ‘It’ll be in the icebox if y’all want some more later on,’ she told us. There weren’t no way I would have...

A hanging, though, was something different. I got to thinking. We hadn’t never been to nothing just to have a good time. A hanging was special and we was all getting to go.