This book heels on the previous writing of . My trusted critics, my kinfolks, said that I didn’t tell the full story, didn’t even scratch the surface. So after such rig-a-mo-role, I am back to make another stob (stab) at it. is the second book of a series called My Country Breaks up in Town. This writing continues to tell the stories of our foreparents, incorporating some of their wild, winsome, witty, ofttimes, wicked sayings and antics. It was designed for you and our future generations in mind, to let them know from whence they came so that they ne’er (never) burn the bridge down that brought them over. Read the scripture Psalm 78:6 and see if we aren’t cooking with gas on this. Learn that! Be prepared to laugh, and laugh some more, folks, as we stir your memory of how it used to be.