A Speck of Dust

Let's lay on our backs, or on our stomachs, sprawled on the front porch at Grandma Crow's feet. There's no place else to be on a hot summer night in Georgia, enjoying God's own air conditioning. One of her stories will set the mood as our heads nod us off to sleep, and our dreams add pictures to her words. Tonight's story tells of a long gone way of life that's turned to dust. Yet, within a single dust speck a piece of that world still exists. According to Grandma Crow, the Cherokee folks o...