Everybody's Gotta Eat
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ISBN 13: 978-1-59948-185-2
~200 pages, $14.95
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About the Author
Kevin Winchester teaches Creative Writing and is the Director of the Writing Center at Wingate University. He earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Queens University and won a 2005 Work-Study Scholarship to the Bread Loaf Writer's Conference. His work has appeared in several literary publications including Tin House, Gulf Coast Literary and Arts Journal, Story South, and Southern Hum. His writing may also be found in Main Street Rag's anthology Everything But the Baby and the Novello Press anthology Making Notes: Music in the Carolinas.
Kevin Winchester's writing reflects a strong knowledge of all the great Southern writers and storytellers that have come before him and the tradition they've established, but his voice is all his own. Unique, funny, heartfelt, an honest depiction of the world, his Southern world, as he sees it. His voice is one to join that long tradition of Southern writers, and rightly so.
~ Ron Rash, author of the Pulitzer nominated novel One Foot in Eden and Serena.
The All American Interactive Zen Museum of the New South
Yeah, my name is Tarleton Sizemore, but you can call me Toady. Been called that since I can remember. Pull up that chair yonder and Ill see can I fill you in. When you first asked me, I didnt think I could narrow it down, let alone account for everything. Then it come to me. Theys one day that sticks out in my mind. And I tell you, its a wonder werent nobody killed. I can give you my notion of what led to it all, but keep in mind it aint just the one event. I see that now. They was plenty else going on that you got to factor in to get the whole picture. But this one event is what Im saying kinda stands for most everything. Its come to me over the years; just having the picture aint enough. Having it dont mean you really see it, you know? That takes some time, what they call perspective. Still and all, my accountll frame everthing in good as any.
It was about the middle of June, not too hot this particular day. As I recall, it was a fine morning, that Carolina sky blue as a robins egg, nary a cloud that mightve foretold what was about to happen. Idve understood it had it been late July or August, thats when the sky around Prospect goes kinda off-white, the sun more a suggestion than something you can really see, and the humiditys so heavy you cant think. No telling whats liable to happen then.
I didnt have much lined up for the day, so I headed down to Rogers Barbershop, figured I spend a couple hours shooting the breeze with some of the fellers. I managed to kill most of the morning, then Earl Ray come in and after a spell, we went to get some lunch. Wed come out from the diner and was just standing there on the sidewalk when everything started to come undone. And it was a sight. Like I said before, it was a wonder werent nobody killed, but still and all it near about represents everything before and after concerning Prospect.
Ill tell you this first off, if you stand back and look at things from a distance, its just plain as day, and it proves Seldom Turnbull was on to something, just like it proves my theory on how everything is all connected somehow. Like how you, how anybody, ends up wherever they are is all cause of one thing meeting up with the other. Folks dont think on it much cause it scares em, I reckon. See, whether you turn right or you turn left dont matter none cause once you set out, alls that can follow is what comes natural according to your choice.
Took me a while to figure that out. See, thats what you call a Zen moment, coming to that realization. Admitting I aint the brightest light in the hall, just an old Alliance County redneck, but somewhere along the way I figured the universe dont do much adding or subtracting on its own. Everythings connected somehow and when one thing is taken away from one spot, then another thing naturally will appear in another spot. But if you gone give any credit for my figuring this out, I reckon it ought to go to Seldom Turnbull and his All American Interactive Zen Museum of the New South. He aint said word one about it, probably dont even realize the role he played in me coming to this realization, or his position in what alls happened in Prospectcourse I reckon you figured out Seldom werent gone give you much to go on, or else you wouldnt uh come all the way down here talking to me. But that day he come through town everything seemed to come in focus for me. And to look back, everythings always a right turn or a left, aint it? And the road always leads right to where you are, so I reckon its all those little turns what brought me here. The straight-awayshell, thats trained monkey driving; its the curves what make you grab the wheel with both hands. Thats my theory, anyway.
You know, this might take a spell. Hang on and Ill go get us a couple of Red Stripes.
Readers can find this and other stories in Everybody's Gotta Eat by Kevin Winchester.