It was the middle of the Bill Clinton impeachment hearings. My dearest friend in the world had taken me and some guys to see Will Campbell, in his writing cabin in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. We drove down to Campbell’s favorite barbeque pit, a cement block 12 x 18 building with four tables and no customers. And we talked politics. “What do you think about the impeachment hearings?” one of the guys asked Campbell. “Well,” he answered, “Bill Clinton is an... Read more