Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton picking lies. Ain't about the races, the crying shame, to the (expletive) rich man all poor people look the same
Today is the day we literary types take pause, raise a pint and eat livers and other nasty stuff to honor a book most of us have never read to completion.
The view from my perch in the catbird seat is that crime is somehow tolerated and minimized no matter if it's murder or mischief.
Yeah, sure, free them all.
Maybe the reverend was right, that the folly of the backhanded pursuit of the Roanoke Rapids Theatre was doomed by spiritual indignation.
North Carolina law does not specifically keep anybody from walking around with a handgun in a holster on his or her hip.