It’s an old mill town of about eight thousand residents that’s gone slowly but steadily downhill for the past fifty years. East of Franklin is the nicer town of Trenton. A town that’s grown up around cheap gas stations beside the highway and tax free outlet malls. In Trenton there’s also a Walmart. That’s where I ended up after dinner. But I wasn’t there to shop. I was there to check the big bulletin board in the entryway. The parking lot was jammed. The sun was sinking low over the horizon, the sky was turning colors, and the lot was darkening. Many of the vehicles had out-of-state plates. In the back corner of the lot there were motor homes parked in oversized spots. Holiday weekends. People everywhere. Like ants scurrying around a rotting tree. I found a spot near the automotive side of the building and parked. Told Frank I’d just be a minute and walked around the front of the building to the main entrance.
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