15 May 2011
Journal entry: Just a few moments ago my young neighbor Ms. Sparrow told me a cool anecdote about her mom's boyfriend Keith who worked at the feedlot and would always stomp his boots on the front porch after a long day's work before coming inside. "His boot treads always had corn stuck in 'em, and in summer a hundred volunteer corn stalks would rise from between the floor boards of the porch, just reachin' for that sun." Would you let 'em grow? I asked her. She said "I would but sooner or later my mama would yank them up."
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