Songs About Tennessee – One Lane Bridge, part 9 – the end
Posted on Thursday, November 12th, 2009The final chapter of One Lane Bridge, and Mister Toby Sells’s final regular bit for The Great and Secret Thing.
The final chapter of One Lane Bridge, and Mister Toby Sells’s final regular bit for The Great and Secret Thing.
The trial is over, and as the heat of summer gives way to the cool of winter, people are left to pick up the pieces of their lives and move on. Or not.
Billy Preston killed Darren Conaway. Sheriff Aldridge was sure of it. Well, that wasn’t true but the Aldrideg didn’t care. Not any more.
Scotty Carmack killed Darren Conaway. It make sense but it ain’t true.
Deputy Scotty Carmack is guilty as hell, but guilty of what? Sheriff Aldridge works likes a man possessed, but why? and Connie’s the talk of the town.
Fearful and hungover, Connie is dragged to the sheriff’s office on a Sunday morning in front of the whole, damn town.
Connie’s drunk boyfriend shot at her Saturday night. She finds his passed out body next to the truck, loads him in the back but kicks him out on the one-lane bridge. She’s about to find out there’s a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Connie’s boyfriend has shot at her and left. But there’s room left in the night for revenge.
Darren Conaway is drunk and in a jealous rage. Anybody who knows him would tell you he’s been like that for years. but his girl, Connie, won’t leave him, maybe she’s a little scared to. But after a night drinking in Cookeville, he might leave her no choice.
Overton County sits high upon the Cumberland Plateau. No one ever goes there on purpose. But it is full of the stories that make life worth living.
Catfish can’t get satisfaction anywhere. Not with Latonya. Not with Kool-Aid’s fat, smokin’ momma. If Freud was correct then Catfish don’t care.
Catfish drinks off his three-day hangover. Ted calls him a coward. Catfish dreams of his first adventure with Kool-Aid.
Catfish looks for atonement. He didn’t find it at May’s. It ain’t in the shower. And it ain’t in Kool-Aid’s bedroom.
He’d told Catfish he was an atheist one drunken Sunday morning but Catfish thought that was the same as a Methodist or something else that wasn’t Baptist.
Kool-Aid gets out of the hospital. Catfish starts to drink it all away at his favorite bar, Mae’s Hide-A-Way.
Flatbeds. Holsteins. Hospitals. The boys decide to live a little. Welcome to the fringe set of Overton County’s redneck bunch.
Summer’s on! Time for a little lighter fare over here at Songs About Tennessee. I’ll be neck deep in bowlin’ and Bigfoot in no time. Until then, how about a little Hump Day humor?
Burchett exacts his revenge on the Chamber president – right there in front of the Wal-Mart executives! Ben and the National Guard look for Old Sandy in the woods to no avail.
Ben remembers when he and Coleman encountered Old Sandy.Tyler rents a gorilla suit to, apparently, get back at the Chamber of Commerce president. Ben and the mayor chat about Ben’s motives as the state guard arrives for the Old Sandy hunt.
The hunt for Old Sandy is approved. Tyler has a sit down with the Chamber of Commerce president who says “thanks but no worries” on Tyler’s attempt to block the hunt. This pisses Tyler Burchett right off. What will he do for revenge?!?!
The Overton County Commission is voting on whether or not to call in government help to search for Old Sandy, a Sasquatch. Ben and his buddy saw it one day while they were hunting. Tyler hates the idea and mayor isn’t sure but is following Ben’s lead.
The party collapsed at the Poplar Lounge at around midnight. Tim Jackson sobered up enough to get drunk again, “twice in a day,” he kept saying holding up two fingers.
After that, conversation at work was almost always about bowling. Bowling magazines were in the john. The guys called each other their league names. Jimmy Cogan had a PBA finals watch party at his house.
Thursday nights were league nights at Stratford. Nobody had to talk about it at work because it was a given. Show up or your ass is had. The guys would rag your ass Friday if you were a no-show.
You’d be amazed at who’ll walk into a Memphis dive bar. You’d swear that some of them aren’t even human.