Boy, she's right in my territory. My late wife's maternal grandparents were tobacco farmers along with her grandma's school teaching. Of course they had two tobacco barns. As a child, my late wife helped with "sticking" tobacco to hang in the barns, as described in the article. I commuted from Raleigh to nearby Research Triangle Park for about 35 years, and the farms slowly faded, giving up to small businesses, truck depots, plant nurseries, and such. The tobacco barns slowly melted into the past, reclaimed for seasoned timber and housing lots. The horses, mules, and donkeys I got to know over the years gradually disappeared. Now driving out to "The Park," the landscape has changed so much, I have to feel around where I am going and watch for my turns. I regret I never made it to a tobacco auction, part commodities exchange, part harvest festival, before those became defunct. An excellent article, completely authentic.