I think maybe it was the trip to Somerville, TN , the place where my grandparents lie in the ground, that got me started thinking about what it means to be Southern again. For me all life can be read metaphorically. I choose to read it that way. So that when I couldn't find the cemetery where my dad's family is buried, I couldn't merely explain it by telling myself it's an unmarked, unnamed cemetery off of a farm road in a town I visit every five or ten years. I had to look for some deeper import...