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Many years ago—let’s say around the year 1937—a young man—let’s call him Jack—gazed out across his farm in the heart of Georgia. The pastures were looking weedy and thin. Jack’s cows were down to their last blades of grass. The soil was blowing away in the wind. Jack frowned. His farm was in big trouble.
So Jack set off for town