There are certain places that never fully leave you. No matter how far life carries you, part of your spirit remains there—sitting on a porch somewhere at sunset, hearing laughter drift through humid air, watching fireflies rise from the grass as the evening settles in. For me, that place will always be Yazoo City. When people speak about small Southern towns, they often focus on limitation. But what I remember most about growing up in Yazoo is closeness. A kind of warmth and