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from Thoughts down memory lane by Anthony Poindexter

Chapter 2
A Stitch in Time

A STITCH IN TIME

    When you can stand and look at the rolling hills and deep flush valleys of North Carolina, I believe that you have reached heaven. In my opinion there is no place more beautiful or steeped in history. It is down in those flat lands that our story begins to take shape and what a story it is.

    Have you ever had a love-hate relationship with anyone other than your wife or mistress? I’d never saw one either, until the day I met Rick Bagwell and Jackson Knight, but let me tell you, they can suck. 

    I had just moved into the town of Ramseur, or should I say, moved back to Ramseur. My parents had moved us to Florida when I was no taller than a young corn stalk and I had been waiting ever sense to move back. When I heard a buddy of mine was headed that way, I figured it was now or never. I collected my paycheck, emptied my bank account and gathered up what few clothes I’d need and I was out the door, having no plan or idea, of what the hell I was going to do.

   After getting to North Carolina, I stopped off in Asheboro for a couple of days to see an old friend I had met in college. Spending time with him gave me the chance to check the job market and local housing without spending a lot of money, which I was getting short on!

    My second day in town found me sitting at an outside cafĂ© table having my morning coffee and thumbing thru the want-ads. I guess I’d said a cuss word cause the next thing I heard was, “that bad, huh.” “I’m so sorry I told the guy sitting there, guess I was thinking out loud.” He looked at me and waved his hand as if to say, no problem. “New in town,” he asked. “Two whole days,” I said in reply. He picked up his coffee and asked if he could join me. “Sure,” the more, the merrier I said, and we both laughed.

   After getting comfortable, he gave me the once over and asked if I was job hunting. House hunting too, I added. “Ever do any heavy equipment repair or painting,” he asked. “Not a lot,” I said, my face starting to get some color back. As he locked his eyes with mine, he slid over a business card. “You know your way around this area,” he asked. I guess it showed on my face as I told him no, my head starting to hang a little. “That’s ok,” he told me. “It’s just up the road a few miles,” he told me, as he pointed his finger. “Got any idea if there’s any places to rent, cheap!” I asked. 

    Now I’m not generally a very funny guy but this guy laughed so hard, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. As he started to get his breath back, he put his hand on my shoulder and told me there was a trailer park across from the work place. “I believe there’s always one or two empties from the amount of time the cops spend over there.” Now it was my turn to laugh, only not quite as loud.

   We were standing there looking at each other when I realized he had never asked my name, so I extended my hand and sa...






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