Urban Poverty Law Center

Friends, Where has the time gone? In a tizzy here in Cedar Grove with the temperature below freezing daily for two and a half weeks. Chopping ice for the cows at the pond and watering the chickens twice daily has taken up all my time. Me and Junior decided to second pick our cotton field and we spent the last two weeks looking for a nice older model two row cotton picker to do the job. We got help from Kenneth Cox, a nice fellow who had the One Shot Duck Hunt on his momma's place over in Humboldt, found us a nice one owned by Jeff Hudson, who farms out in Central. It is about 40 miles from here. The picker was reworked in 2001 by a fellow in Missoura who specializes in the older John Deere pickers. It is a model 9930 and he wanted $7500 for it but since the advent of larger pickers, the market has fallen out for the 2 row types and we got it for $6500. It sports a 135 horsepower turbocharged six cylinder diesel engine, and the basket holds a bale and a half of cotton. M...

Friends, A lot has happened here in Cedar Grove over the past two weeks. We lost one of our neighbors to a tragic car accident just down the road from us. Mrs. Blunderdoss's cat, Charlotte, had three kittens and one stillborn, and Ned Lightner lost his leg below the knee to diabetes complications. Add the Christmas celebration and New Year's Day and we have had a terrible lot of things going on for such a small community. The celebration of Christ's birth gives all hope that we have not lived pious lives in vain and that each will be rewarded with a glorious afterlife filled with joy and happiness to be reunited with family members who passed this way before us. Detroit dozer fund razer update: Charlie Savery , the Caterpillar salesman, said he would work with us on the purchase of the dozer and offered to sell us a lease back dozer for $30,000 less than a new one. This essentially gets us $30,000 closer to our dream. The machine did easy work at the landfill...

Friends, Two Weak Absence The Poem By Jack D. Maybolt Away in a manger no computer for to write My mentor and hero his chest did get tight Scaring us all and giving such a great fright Praying each evening that he'd be all right Hoping against hope that he would rush back to the microphone which is golden and black where he leads us to think our country is sacked by the left and the right who is mostly whacked The poetry is not poverty but this poem sucks ...