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as I had said but George’s older brother Clinton. Clinton’s sister, Gloria, called to say it was

definitely Clinton, who we all knew by the nickname, “Bunkum.”
DEAD MAN’S CURVE... About a fatal car crash at the dangerous curve north of Lake City

on the White Springs Road. Carolyn Townsend called to say one of her relatives had also been killed
there in the same manner, a car crashing into overhanging logs on the back of a log truck. A woman

who wants to remain unidentified called to say she happened to walk into the funeral home soon
after the accident and encountered the still stunned driver of the death car — and he told her how

they had all been singing hymns at the top of their voices when the fatal crash occurred.
THE LAKE THEATER ... About a local cinema house that was once our town’s finest
theater. Hillard Hartley remembered the extra-wide “love seats” and how he and his three little

brothers (Pat, Dale and Tim) would all squeeze themselves into one seat and go to sleep. Someone
else said they regularly saw a 450-pound man wedge himself into a love seat, relax and enjoy the

movie. But then several of his family members had to take his arms and “un wedge” him out of the
seat when the movie was over so he could go home. Franklin Clyatt, retired postal employee who

used to live near Providence, told of walking more than ten miles to Lake City every Saturday to see
a double feature at all three of Lake City’s movies (the Lake, Grand and DeSoto) then walk back

home — and that was the happiest day of his week.
There were so many more readers’ responses. I’ll share them with you another day.

Cleve and Mot

June 21,1994

Cleveland Brock and I were best friends in third grade. Back then, we had no way of knowing

that someday I would serve time as school principal and he would serve time in state prison.
I admired everything about Cleveland. He was handsome and had a happy laugh. He could

knock a ball to Mars and run like a deer. He was also tongue-tied. He called me “Mot.” I called
him “Cleve.”

Cleve loved to sing and would sometimes lead our class in Christmas carols. “Jinga Beh, Jinga
Beh, Jinga aw da way.”

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