Walking uptown on Main Street in Rocky Mount, the stools at the drugstore, the lunch counters, the dry-goods store, all empty.Be chewin’ on shoe leather before it’s out, an old-timer said standing by the statue of a Confederate soldier in front of the city hall, chewing on his pipe, just like we did back in ’30, the worst in a decade or I’m a dead man standin’ here. Before him in the sunlight, a couple of middle-aged men with hands in pockets, dusty shoes. Won’t be the last time, neither. The sky clear blue and the sun relentless. Driving along the road Anderson saw men standing in withered fields, hands on their hips.The salesmen around the table at the boardinghouse occasionally talked of the drought but they didn’t seem to mind too much. The optimism of the salesmen was annoying and seemed to Anderson an egregious display of false hope. The fat-necked men still smoked their cigars and laughed hard, faces going purple, Slide that pie back down here please, don’t mind if I do!
What do You think about The Wettest County In The World?
