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.