When we lived in Cameron, North Carolina on our farm, my family would get what my mom referred to as “the farm and crime report.” Once a week, our local hay farmer, who was also a district attorney, would drive his son around the area in their old truck to deliver fresh eggs and talk about how the hay was sowing and crime was growing.
He told us once ab…
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