Hanes arrived. Country and Western music drifted softly across the courthouse square, the lack of electrical power dampening the volume considerably. No one seemed to mind. The basement of a local church had provided a long row of tables, each in the process of being stacked with food, desserts, and, according to Mr. Gospel, a recently uncovered stash of paper plates and Styrofoam cups. Along with the miracle of disposable eatery were other staples of a time long past. Cases of soft drinks had been discovered as well as an enormous amount of canned foods. The sugary beverages were being eyed by the eager throng, generating serious crowd appeal and the most finger pointing. Few of the residents had tasted anything sweet in years. Stan stood over the fruit table, greeting the occasional passerby as if he were Santa Claus at a corporate Christmas party. Cases of canned peaches, oranges, pineapple and other delicacies drew the attention of the townsfolk.
What do You think about Holding Their Own: The Salt War?
