They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

The first time Tom Whitaker planted pine trees in his pasture, the whole town of Miller’s Bend laughed.

Not politely, either.

Men laughed with their mouths open at the feed store. Women laughed behind church bulletins on Sunday morning. Boys laughed from pickup beds as they rattled past his north fence, pointing at the thin green seedlings standing in continue reading …