I was getting afraid there wasn't much to this town but on up the road there was something. The pay phone was stripped, and I went to an old man sitting on a bench, to ask him if there was another pay phone in town. His Kentucky accent was so thick I couldn't understand a word he was saying.
I went to a mini mart called home and had a burger and fries. The girl that worked there let me fill up on water.
She told me that two guys from Michigan had swamped there canoe yesterday and had walked in to call home and call it quits. She seemed a little to happy to tell me there plight.
When I left the town the old man that I had tried to converse with was now surrounded by five elderly gentlemen.
The area was beautiful, the trees and vegetation were so vibrant and profuse.
Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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