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Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a hog pen on a hot day. Hilarious but nasty! Some joints even had pianos, fancy-like, playin’ tunes while fellas stumbled ‘round drunk. “You ever hear such a thing?” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Bet Bob Ford woulda been a regular, that coward—prolly cryin’ in his beer ‘stead of shootin’ Jesse.

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With the exception of local family stories and legends, Kill Devil Hills' history is hard to trace prior to the Wright Brothers' historic First Flight in

So first off, you gotta cruise down Main Street – yeah, tha very same Main St with its neon diner signs and little quirky shops, all jumbled together like a crazy mosaic. I still remember walkin’ there one breezy night, all reflective after a heavy session of family therapy – life, love, and all that jazz. The street lamps cast these funky shadows – like, “Shame!” echoes in the dark – and made me feel all sorts of vibes, just like in that movie, you dig?

Bruce David Umstead