I’ve spent some time traveling down rows of tobacco.

In freshly-plowed ground, I’ve struggled to keep my balance as I lugged a pressure sprayer filled with insecticide. At other times, I’ve walked, almost leisurely, with a hoe in my hands as I looked for stubborn weeds or grass. Then, again, I’ve walked briskly down the rows topping tobacco, trying my best to keep up with the torrid pace set by my late father.

Hartsville resident Jack McCall is an author and motivational speaker.

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