hen raised by a father from rural Tennessee, one is reared on the rich southern idioms so prevalent in his world. Most of his sage advice began with “boy…,” and to this day, his voice and counseling are ever-present in my life. I was reminded of this recently when navigating a narrow waterway, surrounded by pontoon boats and an assortment of other small craft haphazardly crossing our bow. Feeling a little superior looking down on
