Remarkably little has changed in downtown Sanford, NC since I was here two and a half years ago. The James House seems frozen in time. The Java Express, now Kathy’s Java Express, has a new coat of paint, but otherwise is pretty much as I remember it. Streetside parking still as plentiful as ever.
According to a tract left at the James House on the day I arrived, all suffering is “SOON TO END!” Glad to hear it. The nearly empty bottle of cake-flavored vodka in the kitchen is harder to interpret. (Our master electrician says there’s also a whipped cream-flavored vodka that mixes with various liqueurs to extraordinary effect.)
And what to make of the live bullet I found on the sidewalk just a block away from the theater? Tract, vodka, bullet. A rather creepy progression.
But cake flavored vodka.
Maybe that makes a difference.