That's where they keep the cotton. Some folks think all we do out here in Big Stink is grow corn and wheat but they're wrong. We grow all kinds of things out here. As long as we get some rain once in awhile we can grow just about anything we like. You can say what you want about Big Stink but you can't say we don't have good dirt.

Folks out here in Big Stink would like to take a moment and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Sometimes you have to hit things down by the rail road tracks. When you do you need a big hammer because you have to hit them hard.

That's the old Maytag store on Main Street. Folks stopped buying new washing machines around here some time ago.

That's my dog Pooter. Her hips aren't so good anymore. She has a lot of miles on them. Behind her is the train. The train is just fine.

Some folks take their girlfriends down to that old bridge. I don't have a girlfriend so I take my dog.

Thanks to the railroad you can get just about anywhere from Big Stink.

If you could sell dry we'd all be rich out here.

That's Fernando's place down by the granary. I keep meaning to eat there but I just can't get past the quotation marks. Someone should speak to Fernando about that.

They say Bonnie and Clyde robbed that old liquor store back when they were going around robbing places. Well,  I don't know if that's true, but that's the kind of story strangers like to hear when they pass through town.

Old man Wallace lives about a mile or so up that road. If you ever take a notion to drive out there to see him I would advise against it. Wallace sometimes shoots at people he doesn't know. Heck, he sometimes shoots at people he does know. I'd tell you to call him first but Wallace doesn't have a phone. If Wallace was a better shot he'd probably be in prison.

That's the Baptist Church over on Possum Street. Folks give what they can.

In Big Stink just because you don't have a washing machine doesn't mean you have to walk around in dirty britches. All you need is a half hour and a hand full of quarters.

That's Ed's Place. Ed has the best hamburgers in town. Throw in an RC Cola and a Moon Pie and you'll have a real treat.

If the economy ever picks up out here in Big Stink, folks might get around to fixing up some of their old sheds. That will make Mike down at the hardware store mighty happy.

That's the new granary. We haven't had much call to use it on account of the drought. For the time being we are just keeping our extra dust in there.

If you like hot sausage, that's the place to go in Big Stink.

That would be the train, well one of them anyway. They come through town on the hour.

That's Wilbur. He lives in the woods on the other side of the rail road tracks with a big old bull. I don't like that Mule. He's a mean one. He tried to bite me. He scared my dog too. I'm not sure if the bull even likes him.

That's Maynard's place. I reckon if he ever gets tired of living there he can just hop the train and go someplace else. If we don't get some rain one of these days, he just might. You can't make a living selling brush.

That's Buford. He is staying out back of Doc Parker's for a while on account of his eye. Somebody is going to eat Buford someday. It won't be me.

Talk around the barber shop is the government put that phone tower up to spy on us. Folks here in Big Stink don't trust the government. They don't trust the phone company either.

That's where the farmers and the ranchers get their hair cut. The ladies and the kids go to the salon down by Walmart.

Some dogs like tractors. Some dogs don't. I don't think my dog Pooter has made her mind up yet. You have to keep your dog on a leash in Big Stink. If you don't they'll snatch her and charge you $50 to get her back. They like to snatch dogs in Big Stink. They paid for the new sewer line some years back by snatching dogs.

Sometimes you have to hit things down by the tracks. When you do, you need a big hammer because you have to hit them hard.

Damned kids.

We have a whole lot of flat out here in Big Stink. If you stand on the roof of that shed you can see half way to Oklahoma.

We have a pretty good cemetery out here in Big Stink. A fella can be proud to be dead here.

That's a low down, dirty shame. I hope they caught the thieving and murderous scoundrel that did William in and hanged him. I hope they caught the rascal that knocked over William's headstone too. It's time to leave poor William alone.