C. T. Suddeth

John Kelly Riley was at the Hominy Holler General Store the other day. At his doctor’s urging, he picked up a bottle of olive oil, Extra Virgin Olive Oil. He wasn’t interested in the olive oil’s personal life and remarked that either it was virgin or not virgin, extra was out of the picture. He muttered, To heck with it, and bought a tin of lard—lots simpler.