That’s getting more and more difficult. Once, I was totally convinced that everything in Charlotte that ever meant anything to me was deliberately being torn down!
Darn, darn and double darn.
I didn’t get a chance over our reunion weekend to visit one of my favorite historic sites, but according to a recent-looking picture I found on the internet, the monument is still standing. I hesitate to mention it because the “conspiratorial” part of me thinks that if the powers that be in Charlotte ever find out that it means something to me…they will tear it down.
But, here goes: an unspoken rite of passage for boys who grew up around the Elizabeth section, was when you became old enough, and cool enough to sit outside Stanley’s Drug Store on the metal rails in front of the store…and look like you belonged there. The word drug store cowboy had not been coined back then, and if you still had pictures of Gene Autry and Roy Rogers on your bedroom wall, you weren’t really ready to ride the “Stanley Rails.”

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