Listeners have heard us wax poetic about Daddy’s Bread on more than one occasion. I have a hunk of 14-grain next to me right now. What you may not know is that Daddy himself, Everett J. Hopkins, passed away recently. So here is a moment of appreciation for  a man so well-respected in the community that he could put his lovingly made bread in an empty stall and trust that it would all work out in the end.