The sugar cane check for the computer components reminds me of my late wife's aunt who grew up on a tobacco farm. When she told her father she would like a high school class ring, he said he'd kill a calf for the money. That's powerful close to the land, in the heart of the consequences. Grandaddy Dan, her father, was a mythic figure, I think half native American, Crow, I believe, and complicated, a big drinker and host of big holiday barbecue feasts, well loved and sensibly feared. The KKK came after him at one point, but his whole life story was like that. His wife had a graduate degree and taught, as did my late wife.