When I was growing up in North Alabama, there were two kinds of folks: city mice and country mice. Of course, “city” meant “town” and town meant Kroger. Even so, the sixties and the seventies still harbored deep echoes of an Alabama that farmed for its food–despite the Kool-Aid, Pop-Tarts and Hungry Man Dinners. Everyone had a cousin, grandparent or aunt/uncle who still grew tomatoes, cotton, or corn . . . it’s just in our DNA.