We all have memories of events that remain vividly in our minds. For me, one of the first is when I was about 12-13 years old and we had moved to a rent house on a little farm about a mile from Norphlet on U.S. 267.

I had been given a big brown hound dog about a year back, and we had become inseparable. Sniffer went everywhere I went, slept on the end of my bed, trotted ahead of me when I ran my paper route, and waited at the edge of the school yard each day for me to come out.

Part of our rental agreement was that our family was responsible for taking care of the elder father of the farm's owner. Mr. Harris, who was almost blind, lived in a little apartment adjacent to our house.

Less than a couple hundred yards from our house was a creek bottom........

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