Apologies Accepted?
We stood outside the dilapidated picket fence and shaded our eyes, casting our gazes across the grassy pasture of Old Man Buhler’s farmland. His thriving cotton farm had once been one of the largest in the region-a 20-acre-plus piece of land near the center of town. When hard times prevailed, Old Man Buhler sold all but a few acres to a developer who, in 1951, converted the acreage into suburban city streets with row upon row of houses. Smackdab in the middle of this suburban development was what remained of the Buhler property-a 2-acre field with a farmhouse where Old Man Buhler lived and tended his sheep.
