November 23, 2020

Drove to Marshall to pick up the painting I bought in the art center. Left copies of OBN for LB, and for the lady at Penland Dry Goods, where, apparently, books are sold in town. In the window were copies of Madison-County-themed books, dusty and faded. She wanted to read the book before she agreed to sell it. I can foresee opposition from the local history crowd, for the book can be perceived by the literal minded as claiming to present history without actually doing so. “Now, where’s Two Mountains again?” People hereabouts are very careful about who tells their story. Plus, it alleges a lynching right there in front of the courthouse. Perhaps that isn’t so shocking. Made a thick savory soup out of root vegetables. Unexpected laxative properties. . . .