Telling a Story

 My grandfather was born in 1903, the 9^th of 11 children. And did he tell stories. Though he never admitted it, I got the hunch that the vast majority of his stories were not original to him. In my mind, they were just too wild and fantastic to have actually happened to a kid that long ago in extreme southeastern Mississippi. But the way he told them, with tempo, inflection, and sometimes even...