It is no secret I have an affinity for Wendell Berry ... at least his writings. Not one of his books yet has disappointed me, including this last one I've read: Andy Catlett: Early Travels. I had already met Andy in The Memory of Old Jack. He was a teenager then about to enter his first year in college. And I imagine I ran into him in Jayber Crow as members of the Port William society continually come up again and again in all of Berry's novels. In this particular book, he's a smite young. In 1943, at nine years of age, Andy embarks on his first out of town visit ... on a bus -- and alone, to a whopping tens miles away to see both set of grandparents who live in the now familiar to this reader, Port William. As he himself says, "As I saw it, it was nothing less than my first step into manhood." His right of passage
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