From a Mississippian enduring wretched exile in Washington DC: “[D]uring
the most sweltering part of every summer, a Pentecostal church near my
mother’s house in Vicksburg, Miss., puts out a sign reading ‘So you think it
’s hot here?’”
From a Mississippian enduring wretched exile in Washington DC: “[D]uring
the most sweltering part of every summer, a Pentecostal church near my
mother’s house in Vicksburg, Miss., puts out a sign reading ‘So you think it
’s hot here?’”