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Off the Beaten Path: An Old, Old Farm
A few years ago, I was introduced to the notion of “off the beaten path” by the editor in chief of my local paper, the Sunbury Press. He said I was going to learn a thing or two as I explored a handful of older towns throughout North Carolina that had been bypassed by modern highways. To be sure, most of these towns have some historic or modern distinction. Some are home to old train stations. Others are where a local landmark has once stood. But many are largely untouched and have a small-town appeal. They all are part of the Off the Beaten Path series that was developed to entice readers to explore the state’s older, more unique cities and towns.
Although I’d like to explore each of the Off the Beaten Path destinations someday, I can’t say that I’ve made any serious efforts yet. Instead, I’m hoping that my wife and I can visit the two that have caught my attention lately.
Located in western North Carolina, about 130 miles west of Asheville and 135 miles east of the New York line, is the unincorporated community of Whiteville. With its historic downtown district (which includes an 1864 courthouse), a bustling downtown park, and a few other businesses, Whiteville has the feel of a small, yet thriving, town. The main thoroughfare has the appearance of a pleasant country street, complete with a white picket fence on one side and shade trees on the other.
However, even the most well-kept small towns occasionally require a bit of restoration. The downtown park area was once an active baseball field, and a dilapidated building along the park once served as a community center.
But that’s where things start to take a turn for the worse, and for me, that’s when it gets fun. The field is not currently active, and while the community center building appears well-maintained, some of the buildings along the street are not. One of the old homes on the south side of the street is a former “crack house,” and another on the north side is a “crack den,” both of which appear abandoned.
As the author, I am not sure what you think of me, yet I like to think that I have a strong sense of justice. While I hope to leave some legacy, I also hope that my legacy will be for something good. That’s why I found this story incredibly compelling.
A “crack house” or crack den is where someone goes to purchase illegal drugs, and a “crack den” is the place where they sell drugs. The term is also used to describe a house or apartment where drugs are sold openly.
The home on the north side of Broadway is on the northwest corner, with a red-brick two-story home with a porch. Both the house and porch are boarded up, but there is a small glass window near the top of the porch, and a small green window in the siding of the house on the second floor, which is boarded up as well.
According to the author, who lives down the street from this house, the small green window looks like a small bathroom window. He says that he has been inside the home a few times, and that a man and a woman stay inside the house all of the time.
The window to the home on the south side of the street is on the northeast corner, and there is also a porch. I have also spoken with this author about the two homes, and the author says that he has spoken to a man that lives in the home. The author has been inside the home once, when the owner allowed him in while he was working to fix the front porch. The author says that the man and woman spend all of their time in the home.
The author says that the man is “real nice,” and that the man and woman have been there for a few months. He says that they always have one or two of their friends hanging around the house, but when they leave, the man and woman close the door and lock the windows. He says that the man and woman are “real old school” and that the people hanging around the house are “young, stupid kids.”
The author says that the windows on the south side of the street look like bathroom windows. When he went into the home, he looked in the bathroom windows, and saw someone inside taking a shower.
The author has also spoken with one of the people that hang out in the crack den on the south side of the street. He says that he hangs out there a lot, and that the people hanging out in the crack den all hang around his home. He says that he doesn’t know why, but that there always seems to be one or two guys hanging out there. He says that the men in the crack den wear suits and ties, and they all drive nice cars, which he has taken a picture of.
The author believes that the man that lives in the home and the people that hang out in the crack den and around his house are connected. The author has spoken to the man in the home, and has told him what he believes to be the truth, but the man has not spoken to him since the first time he spoke with him.
The author says that he has talked to one of the people that hang out in the crack den on the street in his neighborhood, and he says that he is scared of the people hanging out there. The author says that he asked the man what he thinks the connection between the men in the crack den and around his home is, but he has not gotten an answer. The author has also tried to search for the people that hang out in the crack den on the south side of the street by searching for a specific name, but that has not led him to a person.
One of the people in the crack den has told the author that he will try to come and speak to him if the author doesn’t get “sucked in,” which he believes that the man in the home is trying to do to him. The author has explained to this man that he doesn’t believe he will get sucked in, but he does not understand how the people that hang out in the crack den on the street would know the man in the home unless he told them about him. The author has also told him that if he does come to his home he is not going to let him in. The author also told him that he is trying to keep himself safe because he doesn’t think that he will be safe there, and that he wants to stay safe.
The author has spoken to the people that hang out in the crack den on the street and around his house, and they tell him that they hang out there because the street is a place to hang out, and because it is easier to “just hang out and chill” than to go back to his home. The author’s neighborhood is also similar to that of where he lives, and that is why the people that hang