Brunswick Stew Feast 12/6

Greetings from Carrboro,   At some point we moved out into the county. I was 12 or 13. And the line between rural and suburban was fairly clear. The gas station sold bait and loosely wrapped sausage biscuits. And a large, sun-faded poster of Dolly Parton was taped to the wood-paneled wall behind the cash […] Read more