The fellow at Five Points was in the wheelchair coming across his yard pulling himself with crutches. It was a laborious effort as he skied my way. We talked awhile of the state of things, of the general discontent with this land. Told him I liked his rebel flag on the porch, but he said he lived in the trailer in the back yard. He had his little refrigerator and burner. I can only hope for as much when I am eighty and wondering how quickly I got across that yard.
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