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The peanut farmer

LEGACY Oct 05
  • The peanut farmer

Barney Poole, plowing the good earth near Scipio, in Pittsburg County.

In the near-spring of 1980, Barnett Asbury Poole dropped dead smelling, probably, of minnows and hair tonic. He fell like a great, big, acorn-rich oak from a random stick of lightning that you want to call bad luck or, sillier, fate until you count the rings around that trunk, carve the remains up for kindling, and cull the acorns from the broad, fallen canopy. After which you chalk it up to reason and cry and chuckle about some ancient, shared episode and finally arrive at a conscious decision to leave at least several acorns where they lie.