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Easter After Easter in the Garden / Motor Court

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I’m just barely too late. It’s after midnight. But I’ll still post my Easter story. It’s the story of an old motor court on Main Street, patterned in crime, dated Easter after Easter, Thanksgiving and then Thanksgiving. It’s the story of the Relax Inn, once the Garden Court, and before that the Main Street Motor Court. Its echoes are uncanny.

Walking the Vanished Old Panama Road

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The Old Panama Road disappeared beneath the Northside of the city 120 years ago. This story tracks it. It heads north from the murder of Marie Gato, past Club Steppin’ Out, through the diary of a black Civil War soldier reading Lord Byron, a Spanish American War camp teeming with Typhoid Fever and the burning of a sawmill the size of a small town.