Jenny Lynn Visits Harvey County
I’ve been in the same town for many decades and everyone knows me. Here’s how to find me. It isn’t hard at all. We are right smack in between Murphy and Manteo. Just go to Raleigh and hang a right. You can’t miss us. Ask the English Professor. I think he would say this is the exact route he took.
Many of my regular readers already know how to get around here. However, I’ve got so many new ones, especially from over on FaceBook, that I felt the need to post this again. My editor decided she’d better check out Harvey County before she signed off on the contract. This is her story.
Ms. Jenny drove into Harvey County, and stopped at the first filling station. The attendant came out. He had on a blue shirt, and the name ‘Jim’ was stitched over his left pocket. She rolled down the window. “Where can I find that Doctor what plays that little bitty guitar?”
“You ain’t from around here, are ya? You sick?”
“No sir. I’m looking for the Bomb Shelter.”
“You a picker?”
“Yep. Martin guitar in the back seat; D28 herringbone.”
“I can saw a fiddle, too. Name’s Jenny Lynn.”
“Mercy. So you’re Jenny Lynn.”
“Bibey told us you’d be here. Say you’s wanting to get to the Bomb Shelter?”
“Hm. You know where the Burger Barn used to be before they tore it down to make room for the Walmarks parking lot?”
“Can’t say I do.”
“Hm. How ’bout the Volunteer Fire Hall? You can take a right at it, then go left at Burt’s Funeral Home, and then…..oh. shoot, maybe I just oughta show you. Let me get my truck. You follow me. I don’t think you can get there from here, at least not alone.”
“Thanks. Bibey says we’re all in this together.”
“Yes ma’am. That’s him all right. That Bibey now he’s a good’un. There ain’t another one like him in these parts.”
“Yeah, I’m beginning to believe it. Is he a player?”
“Well, Ms. Jenny, he plays real good for a Doctor. But now he don’t need to give up his day job. You heard that Aldridge boy?”
“Yes sir, he’s got the chops, no doubt.”
“But, now Bibey he’s a fine Doctor, ma’am. Why when my Grandma had the heart failure, he’d even come out to the house, and…..”
Folks it’s like I’ve always said. Except for the fiction part, my stories are all true. Sometimes I can hardly wait for all y’all to get to know Harvey County as well as I do. It’s a fine place to live.
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