Thursday, December 15th, 2016 11:04:59
Why Great Expecations Matter
My hometown of Carrollton, Georgia, a town of 14,000, was an hour west of Atlanta. We left our door unlocked while away, life revolved around church and high school football, and I wore my sister’s hand me downs until I grew taller than her. We very rarely ate out, and my bedroom furniture included a cast off 3-foot-diameter, circular wooden spool that had been used by Southwire Company, along with cinder blocks and plywood for shelves.