from page 32: He tightened his grip on the neck of the plain paper bag in his hand, and held it closer against his leg, scowling uselessly as the small clump of stores that had volunteered in the last year. "Half a mile from the railroad," he thought, "just to get closer to the spring and the distillery." He shook his head to clear it and started up the walk, swinging his arms and hitting the gravel good solid licks with his heels. "By God, business may leave where I am now, but it'll find me where it's going when it gets there."

from J.P. Folkes October 5, 1907 Letter to the Editor of the Dothan Eagle reprinted in the October 27, 1953 DOTHAN EAGLE