I pulled into a town I couldn't believe still existed in 2009.
A dusty, dirt road, a little old wooden store that actually said
"General Store", and that was it.
There was a little old man sitting in front of the store in a rocking
chair. I said to him, "What do you folks do around here?"
He said, "We don't do nothin' but hunt n' fark."
I said, "What do you hunt?"
He said, "Somethin' to fark."