Leave Lyndo Alone

Widow woman Johnson, who wasn’t overly bright, lived with her brood of urchins in one of the rental houses on my father’s Mississippi Delta farm.

When completing her oldest son’s birth certificate, she either didn’t know how to spell the name she’d chosen, or left off the last letter, and dubbed him Lyndo.

Even less mentally gifted than his dam, Lyndo was an ideal target for trickery, a trait capitalized upon by the tricksters in our secret society, the Mohicans.

The Mohicans decided that all girls, including our sisters, were beneath our manly stature, and must be shunned, so instead of build...