![]() ![]() We were too farįrom Charleston to have a Starbucks or a McDonald's. Gatlin wasn't like the small towns you saw in the movies, unless it was a movie from about fifty years ago. Just another reason I couldn't wait to get out of here. Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, whileĮveryone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over aīad bale of cotton. Only folks down here didn't call it the Civil War. My father was a writer, and we lived in Gatlin, South Carolina, because the WatesĪlways had, since my great-great-great-great-granddad, Ellis Wate, fought and died on the other side of the Santee River during Everyone else finds a way out." There was no question which one he was,īut I'd never had the courage to ask why. "The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. ![]() "The stupid and the stuck," my father had affectionately classified our neighbors. There were only two kinds of people in our town. ![]()
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