Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

like a laid-off engineer today; he looked like a man who knew the weight of a hive box.

“We’ll take two jars,” the woman said, reaching for her purse.

David took the eighteen dollars and handed her the jars with a nod.

“Thank you for coming back to Sweetwater,” he said.

The crowd kept coming, our old neighbors and folks from the county line who had heard continue reading …