The rains came not long after that and a year later we started to notice all these little trees growing around town. Cedar trees and hardwoods, mostly. Those birds come down from Missouri on the way to the Gulf. Their droppings had seeds in them. Those trees are huge today.
People always remark how lovely our trees are.
So the Dodsons move along and listen, discover, talk. The author pays a visit to his boyhood home of Florence, S.C., and on to his mother's home in Greensboro. On the Road,''but revealing of America and Americans in a specific time. It takes a skilled writer to discuss personal problems and questions without becoming maudlin. Dodson rises to the task.