http://www.friedchickenandcoffee.com/2009/06/30/bent-country-by-sheldon-lee-compton/ a blogazine of rural literature, working-class literature, Appalachian literature, and off-on commentary, reviews, rants Tue, 27 Jul 2010 16:37:56 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 http://www.friedchickenandcoffee.com/2009/06/30/bent-country-by-sheldon-lee-compton/comment-page-1/#comment-62 GO Tue, 30 Jun 2009 10:10:56 +0000 http://friedchickenandcoffee.wordpress.com/2009/06/30/bent-country-by-sheldon-lee-compton#comment-62 Sheldon’s story brings back memories. Particularly of a back-country farmer’s bar, The Rainbow Inn, otherwise known by the locals as The Bucket of Blood, where every Saturday night the gravel parking lot was a fight. The place had two doors on the front and the angry crowd would go out one door, some sit inside and watch out the large windows at the parked vehicles and the fighters, and then the crowd would filter back in the other door swearing and hollering for more beer. There was live music, sort of music, and dancing, but the main attraction was the brawl. And then there is always that promise of the town with real jobs that you somehow never quite arrive at. Sheldon’s story brings back memories. Particularly of a back-country farmer’s bar, The Rainbow Inn, otherwise known by the locals as The Bucket of Blood, where every Saturday night the gravel parking lot was a fight. The place had two doors on the front and the angry crowd would go out one door, some sit inside and watch out the large windows at the parked vehicles and the fighters, and then the crowd would filter back in the other door swearing and hollering for more beer. There was live music, sort of music, and dancing, but the main attraction was the brawl. And then there is always that promise of the town with real jobs that you somehow never quite arrive at.

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