Percolators and grits… haystacks and old Fords… first grade and bad hair days…Have you ever poured water in a hole because otherwise the sparks would fly from the post-hole diggers? That’s hard clay. That’s a tale from old LA (Lower Alabama), where the talking is slow, the people are friendly, and time passes too fast.Growing up is a unique experience, and if you did it in the seventies and eighties in South Alabama, it was quite a unique experience indeed. This book follows the author’s youth through tales of old LA.