The Maynard Gang

I make frequent reference in my writings to the “art of the amiable insult.” Some of the most adept practitioners of this verbal skill are denizens of the Maynard Café and Maynard Pitch Parlor.
One other enclave of redneck philosophers must be included in any study of Arkansas backwoods folkways. My father, Quimby Seawel, was a rare combination of Bible scholar and irreverent humorist. Asked for an exegesis of the Apostle Paul’s reference to “certain lewd fellows of the baser sort,” he answered within the frames of reference of members of the Bible class, “It would be like a bunch of fellers gathered up on the Attickey store porch.”

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