When I was invited to write a weekly column for The Bolivar Commercial twenty years ago, I decided to file away the essays for safekeeping, not knowing for certainty what I would do with them-pass them on, burn them to start a barbecue fire, or let my family (after my demise) ask, "What are we going to do with these essays?"Fortunately, I have a creative nephew, Steven Macklyn Hubbell, who is my assistant publisher and who has been willing to scan...