25 May 2006
0 missing the wawah
slightly overwhelmed by Pillbox death monolgoue research, i stumbled across this at The Bombshelter, where Miss B recounted a story so familiar- of a massive battle in a small town where four dead confederate generals were laid on the front porch of a plantation whose mistress buried the boys in the country's largest private military cemetery. in my dorktastic adolescence, i had told that story. the name mcgavock surfaced, establishing this was, in fact, from my dear franklin. evidently, that old house down the road with the blood-stained floorboards was once a national icon. turns out, it also makes for RIVETING fiction.