I started touring the Deep South when I was a kid, twelve or thirteen at the most. My mother is a lifelong addict of the architecture and culture, having been touring antebellum homes since she, herself, was around twelve. As she tells it, her folks (my grandparents) were driving to Disney World in Florida and decided to stop in a town called Natchez, Mississippi, which, at one time, had been home to more millionaires per capita than anywhere else in the country, including New York.
Three guesses what those millionaires did that made them so rich.
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