Still Going to Mullinix: A Breathtaking Journey

There wasn't much to do in my hometown of Mt. Gilead, North Carolina, when I was growing up. Mostly we were dependent on our imaginations. Usually that was more than enough.

I read somewhere about a man saying his hometown was so small that "temptations were harder to find than resist." It wasn't quite that bad for us, but the one theater—creatively named the Gilmont—closed in 1954 when I was fourteen years old. That sad day marked the end of our places of entertainment.

But, like I said, we ...