Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 66
[April 18, 2024] His face was wrinkled and tanned; he was thin, of medium height, with blue eyes and thinning gray hair, and wearing thick glasses. Douglas James Satterfield sat in his favorite chair overlooking the front of his farmhouse, smoking an unfiltered Camel cigarette. His farm was located south of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, near the Arkansas River. … Read More »