That’s good stuff!…right there.
Don, my Dad and me went with a carload of men over to Kannapolis to watch Cherryville Post 100 play them, must have been about that time (early 60's). Can remember being squeezed in between them. They all had a tall Budweiser and a big bag of pretzels that they were passing around, called them sticks... Dad got a hold of a big thick book and gave it to me when we left, I suppose to keep me from yapping and bothering everybody. He said, "Here, read this D##n book 'til we get there, it's about a feller who grew up on Morris"... As best as I can remember it was a nice ball park.
