Let’s go to Town!
There is a new sign on the road to Town and I’m pretty sad about its pronouncement.
For about 100 yards– after you go through the cotton field and Mr. Cotton Farmer’s enclave of cotton farmer homes– there are tall pines on both sides of this little bend in the road to Town. It’s a cool space but if you’re not familiar with the road (i.e., not from around here) a little bit scary right around dusk. It’s where the trees fell on the power lines and blew a transformer back during the snow storm. I guess I can’t have it both ways– electricity and tall pines right up against the road and the power lines— but I’m sad to see these pines go.
Here’s the still standing burnt-out courthouse. It makes a truly excellent landmark: “Turn right at the burnt-out courthouse” is not a direction folks fail to take.
Here’s the little black kid who lives across the street from the still standing burnt-out courthouse.