Tennessee, not far from Kennett. Papa took us on a road trip, just the guys. Grandpa was struck with wanderlust and he gave all his money to the church, a tough combo. So he ended up in a modded chicken coop in the middle of a field of... onions? Don't remember the crop. He was bedridden there, bible in his grip. The walls were papered with Playboy centerfolds, my first sight of them, quite an impression.
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