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7/22/2009
When I was at Harvard I only knew one white southern boy. He was half a hippy, half a southern aristocrat. As I remember it, he told wonderful stories of growing up in the vicinity of southern writers and he made their homes sound enchanted if complicated. The boy's own parents, if I am remembering correctly, were trust fund babies who went through all of their money then founded a company based on making furniture out of doors and got rich again.