Friends in Low Places

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Still unpacking from our whirlwind trip to and from Missouri and have a few images to share.

The one above, from a favorite regular dinner stop on the way up. Last time we were there, a guy fell off a bar stool. Made for great entertainment. Not so lucky this time.

But I did grab a shot across the room that doesn’t hold up so well for details of the small sign above the chunky patron. It reads..

Ah the American Heartlands. Gotta love her.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

5 thoughts on “Friends in Low Places”

  1. I’ve heard the same saying, with the substitution of Village Idiot for Town Drunk. And someone’s comment, “Hey, why do I get so many turns?”

  2. We have a favorite local bar that offers “Free Beer Tomorrow”. They also have a sign that says “If we don’t meet your standards, please lower them”.

  3. I really enjoy RVing through lots of tiny towns. We always stop for brunch in local diners, and is it ever fun.

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