Saturday, August 16, 2025

A stop just past Wartburg, Tennessee

has me meeting Wade Brown.  He has some onions and quail eggs for sale.  Brought those from Alabama.  "Lived here all my life," he says.  "You like it here?" 

     "Oh yes." He tells of his father and mother.  His dad "built the place, did mechanical work," a car goes by on the highway. 


      Wade Brown, 2025

     "A jack of all trades?" 

     "Oh yes."  

     Wade had just got nine cases of the quail eggs and "done pretty good with those." Says he might try a new thing next time he goes down--pickled polish sausage!




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