First, there was a photograph, both asking and answering the question, "How many peanut butter and 'nanner sammies, placed end to syrupy end, does it take to fill a 13' lane width?"
Then it dawned on me: John was just giving a STUMP SPEECH.
New Albany is a state of mind … but whose? Since 2004, we’ve been observing the contemporary scene in this slowly awakening old river town. If it’s true that a pre-digital stopped clock is right twice a day, when will New Albany learn to tell time?