PRING MORNINGS ON RIVER ROAD could be a little chilly, but that did not stop the chatter of six brothers tramping down the gravel road to St. James School. Across the pastures, we could see newborn calves wobbling on unsteady legs. Birds whistled and chirped as they migrated north along the Mississippi Flyway. The clover was green, and if you caught the wind right, you’d smell
