"I am glad I grew up where I did. The small town of Meredosia, where boys could be boys and run barefoot through the fields, yelling wildly, poking sticks at wasp nests, eating watermelon, and climbing Lipstick and Cherry. It didn't matter that we were poor. We felt we had it all. We were boys with vast, colorful imaginations stirred by the landscape and people around us. We didn't need much, just each other. Friends. Because, you see, we were...