‘Andy’s wheat jeans, a girl, and Johnson grass’

The little rural church always held its annual summer Bible School for kids. Each midmorning, loud and boisterous honyocks were let outside for a few minutes for snacks and exercise. Balls were tossed around, and various games played until their exhausted teachers half-heartedly called them back inside. That fateful morning, a young Andy Bowman had proudly sported his new wheatcolored...