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Dad­dy came home from work one Wednes­day in July at 2 pm smelling like beer not talk­ing to any­body after that he didn't stray too far away spend­ing most of what would be his last year in Mam-maw's old trac­tor shed play­ing a Peavey Strat copy through … Con­tin­ue read­ing →