By the time I was 5, I could read on a third-grade level. That’s how I was able to first learn the fascinating story of the Depression Era’s Bonnie and Clyde.

Mama and I were checking out at a sizeable hometown store called Dixie City, which was the local forerunner to Dollar General. It was cheaper-priced merchandise which meager-living folks, like us, needed and appreciated. The cashier was ringing us up, Mama had her pocket book poised, holding her billfold, her fingers already touching the dollar bills she’d count out — Mama or Daddy never used a credit card ONE time in their lives — and I, always an obedient child filled with wonder, was clutching the edge of the counter, peering over it.

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