When Al Flowers was born, his grandmother brought him home in a shoe box and sat all night by the wood stove to keep him warm. When he was 10, he went to the tobacco fields with the adults, “cropping” leaves by hand and dumping them in a cart drawn by two gray mules. He lived in a tin roof house with no running water and bathed in a No. 10 washtub. Coming of age, he thought: There must be somethi
Sorry, we can’t find what you are looking for. Take a deep breath. Everything’s going to be okay.
リリース、障害情報などのサービスのお知らせ
最新の人気エントリーの配信
処理を実行中です
j次のブックマーク
k前のブックマーク
lあとで読む
eコメント一覧を開く
oページを開く