Our Journey to the Boistfort Valley

Growing up on a gravel road about 10 miles outside the limits of Clinton, Mississippi, the 15 or so minutes into town often meant the difference between yes and no. Why we couldn’t have pizza for supper (because mom and dad weren’t in the mood to go pick up from Mazzio’s). Why some friends didn’t make it to my slumber party (because their parents didn’t feel like driving to the boonies and back again).

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