For teaching me how to live off the land…to fish with just a cane pole and some sense. For teaching me how to know when okra are ready to pick and the right way to drink moonshine. For teaching me to be smart enough to come in out of the rain. Thanks for keeping my feet on the ground while still believing in how high I could fly. The world will not be the same without you, Uncle Faybert. Happy birthday, …and rest in peace.