"I would like to close with a story from my childhood, about my family, growing up in the heart of rural Alabama. One day while growing up outside of Troy Alabama, I visited the home of an aunt of mine…Aunt Seneva.  Aunt Seneva lived in what we called a shotgun house.  At night, you could look up through the ceiling of this old shotgun house – and count the stars.  When it would rain, she would get a pail, or what we used to call a bucket, and catch the rainwater. She didn’t have a manicured lawn; she had [READ MORE]