Posted by Jasmine Marie on Monday, January 18, 2010,
Grandmother had panicked after seeing the horse-drawn paddy wagon
with Elmwood McKinley, eating his lunch out of a bread can. McKinley would rap
his billy club against the wagon, and the horse was skittish as they traveled
down the dirt road—even the stones faced away from him, scared of him they were.The small Southern town was behind the rest
of the world, and not ready for th...