Wahatche

When you’re a negro living in Elbert County, Georgia, it ain’t never a good thing to see the local sheriff walkin’ up to your cabin porch, especially not when the pits of his uniform is tight and sweaty. At least, I’m old. The law don’t mess as much with negros’ old as me. “Are you …

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Inn-delible

In a blessed white field, some time ago, a frontier Inn arose. As centuries showed, hospitality flowed. It was a respite from the road. A community loved it, made everything of it, and helped it bloom and grow. When all this is over, don’t forget how you love her – and stop back and say …

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Nog

I hate Canada. I know it ain’t fair to judge an entire country base upon the asskicking I routinely receive in the little barn just across the St. Lawrence River, but every time someone even mentions the country, I instinctively clinch up in preparation for a boot on my bottom. These Canucks don’t do no …

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