The summer of my 10th birthday found me on my grandparents’ farm in rural, Appalachian Alabama. Their farm was a collection of barns and outbuildings around a small, white frame house sitting on a hill overlooking the Coosa River. Being devout Baptists, my grandparents paid especial attention to the scriptural injunction of Genesis Chapter 9—that part about multiplying and replenishing. They obeyed that scripture 13 times of which I am aware. Their 13 children produced a bountiful supply of grandchildren of which I am one.