When Tink first moved to the place which he now firmly and alternately calls “my home” or “the place where I belong,” I often had advice on adjusting to the South. One piece was constant: “Be careful what you say about people because you never know who’s kin to who.” This is advice that I would do well to take because people I’ve known for years will turn out to kin to someone else I’ve known for years and I had no clue. Tink rarely says a bad thing about anyone but I thought I’d tell him, just in case the rare word he said was to the wrong person.