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Born May 18, 1953; got saved at Truett Memorial BC in Hayesville, NC 1959. On rigged ballot which I did not rig got Most Intellectual class of 71, Gaffney High School. Furman Grad, Sociology major but it was little tougher than Auburn football players had Had three dates with beautiful women the summer of 1978. Did not marry any of em. Never married anybody cause what was available was undesirable and what was desirable was unaffordable. Unlucky in love as they say and even still it is sometimes heartbreaking. Had a Pakistani Jr. Davis Cupper on the Ropes the summer of 84, City Courts, Rome Georgia I've a baby sitter, watched peoples homes while they were away on Vacation. Freelance writer, local consultant, screenwriter, and the best damn substitute teacher of Floyd County Georgia in mid 80's according to an anonymous kid passed me on main street a few years later when I went back to get a sandwich at Schroeders. Had some good moments in Collinsville as well. Ask Casey Mattox at if he will be honest about it. I try my best to make it to Bridges BBQ in Shelby NC at least four times a year.

Friday, June 05, 2015

Bridges BBQ Hopes and memories

    For last couple months been thinking, even dreaming about a trip to Bridges BBQ. Unlike last year, didn't get the annual trip first of this year to the great elysium of the grandest of the pork tradition celebrated by the likes of Billy Graham and Jesse Helms, from Andie Macowell to Ginny Willis and here in last few years, Ron Rash on NPR.

    Recently it came in second to Saw's of Bham in the Guns and Garden magazine BBQ bracket. Ive been to Saws and it is upstart and good experience, but Bridges and those environs are the real deal.

    From the old home at 209 Dogwood Drive in Gaffney you could take the short cut over across Cherokee Avenue to the Hospital and up hwy 14 into NC; or you could take a right on Hetty Hill extension at Barry Bagwell's house and go out to the dead end at the Skinner place;  and cut through that way toward the Broad River Brick yard, or hit 29 and go over toward the Draytonville cut-off--they ought to put a Half-Way Baptist Church in there somewhere as a marker--and get creative in the route to Shelby.

   My brother has lived near Tryon North Carolina on the SC side for several years. The route from there has been delightful for  since the Gaffney exodus in 78.

    I woke up about 4 am couple days ago contemplating a short story of some concoction anchored in these musings. But for for now I guess this will do.

   PS, about 20 seconds after I posted this link on the facebook wall of Bart Sides, the Presbyterian minister's son of that day in Gaffney, I scrolled down his page and saw where he was present at this oiece of Hog Heaven coincidentally on my brithday a few weeks ago. Part of the infinite evidence it made an impression on many more than this lone soul since the mid 50s.


Blogger foxofbama said...

As posted on Bart Sides facebook wall from myself:

In late 70s, five years or so after the GHS days, seems like I had a one shot date with an acquaintance of my sister at Mars Hill who lived just north of Boiling Springs. So, as in why take a bath and go up that way without a trip to great BBQ I'm almost certain we went to Bridges that evening. Ron Rash sets a short story within about five miles of her home. My "date" was no where near the ambience of the short story, still his great story with the magnificent water and memory comparison will now be a part of the haunt and the "relish" of all that now obtains to the ritual and delight!

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