The mystery in Mamaw’s kitchen
By Harvey H. (“Hardy”) Jackson A journey down memory lane. Over the river and through the woods, sorta. Actually, it was a trip along an Interstate Highway that is perpetually under construction (don’t tell me that government can’t create jobs), in and out of suburbs with glittering malls, through a countryside still marked by the path of a tornado, into the Black Belt with its dying little towns – Safford,…