Ever since I was a little girl scared poopless by my train-chasing Father's tale of poor Joe Baldwin and the Maco Light . . . or Mama's rendition of Bath's hoofprints to hell, I've been addicted to ghost stories, especially North Carolina ghost stories.
Spag refers his readers to Greensboring's latest on Lydia's bridge.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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The only ghosts that we have in my part of Jamestown is the NC DOT, and the local constabulary. We know they're around, but we just never see them. We'd very much like to see them, that way we wouldn't have to keep dodging potholes and replacing smashed mailboxes.
Stop it!
You're gonna get me all sentimental & teary-eyed missing Asheboro's "pot-hole Joe".
Not.
I'd love for the NCDOT to sit down with local developer Billie Wilson. It's clear that a lot of the money she's pocketed over the years building houses didn't go towards maintaining the roads she built them on.
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